Dark. Still. Black.
Not a word. Sleeps the family.
Works, works through the night
THE CITY – A HUMAN FACTORY.
Girls ruffle their linen.
It’s eerie and stops their breath –
Painfully, they dream of sinning,
Their first, sweet death.
The windows blacken. All is asleep.
Hush!… In the silence – a shrill.
In brothels, hotels, chambres garniers,
To the rhythm of blood keep
Turning, a thousand vanes of the mill.
The City – millions of pallets,
A gigantic mating coop.
Tomorrow, the doctor will fix
All the rash, every callus
On every woman’s croup.
People in infirmary halls,
All wide like a funnel,
Crowded in hospitals,
A never-ending motley runnel.
English translation: Dominika Stankiewicz