A Memory of Life Will Be Frozen in My Eyes
The heads
of white chickens
lie in the mud and rain.
A memory
of life
is frozen in their eyes.
I wonder
what their last thought
was
as their heads
were chopped off.
źródło: The Edna Webster Collection of Undiscovered Writings
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tekst z archiwum "american dust" (brautiganarchives.xyz); z tomu "The Edna Webster Collection of Undiscovered Writings" (Houghton Mifflin, 1999)
14.06.2026