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Was it a Bullet that Killed You?


Was it a Bullet that Killed You?

And then you left, my lovely son, with your black gun at midnight,
and felt the evil prickling in the sound of each new minute.
Before you fell, over the land you raised your hand in blessing.
Was it a bullet killed you, son, or was it your heart bursting?

March 20, 1944

From Baczynski, Krzysztof Kamil. White Magic and Other Poems. 
Bill Johnston translator. Green Integer, 2004



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