Art, poems, poetry

‘Aftermath in Polish”

When we got the brand new state allocation apartment

There was a meadow vis-a-vis

with few old ruined suburban houses

the meadow was enchanted and it belonged to the butterflies

but the houses were full of shattered glass

you could still find there some before war lost treasures

a fake silver napkin holder, a piece of alabaster

 or a better half of a broken oven tile or even,

if you were extremely lucky,

a stylish

orangeade bottle with long, elegant neck.
Now, there is no meadow, there is a concrete block and Lidl supermarket

     where you can get nice products brought to you by your former enemies.

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