Bart Blog

Fog over the city
Warsaw is sleepy
Early Saturday

I walk for a coffee

Grey monolith
Black letters
Lavender dying
Burned out candle
Plastic flowers
All in disarray
Held together by
a patch of ice

Germans executed
7000 Polish citizens
In this place
In a tractor factory

They could not kill Niobe
She had one more life
To give

My coffee place
Is just around the corner​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​