They Wake Up Crying

And then ... they wake up crying,
for shots are heard from afar
and they dreamt that they had conceived
a child as red as fresh blood
Untiltled poem (last poem written, three weeks before his death)
Krzysztof Kamil Baczynski

And then ... they wake up crying,
for shots are heard from afar
and they dreamt that they had conceived
a child as red as fresh blood