Poem 6: I have no title



Inevitably 
I am getting closer to my destiny 
even the slingshot 
bayonet would ad 
to my stick 
These wolves 
Bears

Year of mercy is over 
Francis closed the gate 
I can't walk on my knees 
it hurts me 
as I kneel 
I can take any other pain 
So deserved 
But devour not give 
I have a bag on my shoulder 
full of supposedly worthless 
stones.. 
On my fairly broad 
back..



-- Piotr Manycz