Shelters
Each shelter has at least two exits: a huge one, easy
to spot through field glasses, ans a narrow mouth
hidden in a birch copse behind the enemy. Before one
we drink hot coffee from spotlessly white china cups,
through the other we leave to pick neetles and wild carrots
on a moonless night. For every strong shelter there are
several weaker, which doesn't mean more lime and less cement
were used to construct them. In this regard equality prevails.
Michał Sobol, extract from Schrony, © Éditions Wydawnictwo Nisza 2016, poem translated from Polish by Antonia Lloyd-Jones
and about Michał Sobol : M Sobol
