by Marcin Malek
And when he died
I put his jacket on
It wasn’t nice nor trendy
but with all measures I could not give it up
Oh, if I may grant it to a stranger
still - sun will dance above the sky
However it would be a certain crime
or rather evidence, lets say: clear sign
That son with a compelling love
took over the heart of fortune
not over his unfortunate dad
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Marcin Malek (born February 24, 1975) in Warsaw, Poland) is a Polish/Irish poet, writer, playwright, journalist, photographer. Published in: „Fronda”, „Tygiel Kultury”, „Akcent”, „Nowe Państwo”, „Stosunki Międzynarodowe”, „Opcja na prawo”, Leinster Express, Winner of the annual award of "Poetry&Paratheatre" journal (category: poem of the Year) for year 2012, (work: „Bieg – Czyli list do współczesnych”/"Run - a letter to the present"). Since 2006 lives in Ireland.
Last updated October 02, 2015