STAN BORYS _ J a s k ó ł k a

The swallow as black dagger , ripped out from breast of wind
Suddenly anchor of sudness from the invisible yacht
Cathedral hunted her into high net of celestial sphere
Like a death, block of stones
Like a judgement,  rectange of naves
The swallow as the lightning in the dead church
It cuts the fear like a black scisson

The swallow, sister of storm, flying bereavement
Above the heads of people , who care about each other deeply
The swallow as a skyward's sign, doesn't  to catch, like a symbol
The admonishment  and prayer which was enticed into the coolness of cathedral

Doesn't cut the silence under cloud of lead
Doesn't go down the flight , above the gold palm
I terrify the moment, which stole the freedom
The swallow as a black diamont

For a eternal spin in the silance tornent
For the nests of no-know as imprecation of beauty