I write to keep the train on course to crush me
it’ll happen on a morning no less beautiful than this
hands latticed in love like jailbars shall adorn every window
I am seeking death her silver in every living moment
words piled like cadavers
a death camp of happiness
– from an untitled poem by Karel Šebek, translated from the Czech by Ondřej Pazdírek.
Read the poem in B O D Y’s Summer Issue 2022 here
Read more of Šebek’s poetry in B O D Y here and here
Read more of the Summer Issue 2022 here
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