She’s gone, and we are left behind and mournful!

Sep 9, 2022

So let it be injected in words so tearful:
She’s gone, and we are left behind and mournful!

Each hour that strikes is emptier than before,
Now that, great Queen, you’re silent ever more.

The present writer who is me took the liberty to paraphrase the last stanzas of the poem When Bobby Died, (1917), by Karl Kraus, translated by D. G. Wright.

Thanks for reading “The Flying Fish”. I kiss you on the mouth.

Tomasz Goetel
Ibiza, Spain
September 9, AD 2022

The Flying Fish

Beheading the heads

I must have arrived in the capital the day before a festival. They were building platforms in the squares, hanging up flags, ribbons, palm fronds. There was hammering everywhere. ‘The national festival?’ I asked the man behind the bar. He pointed to the row of portraits behind him. ‘Our heads of state,’ he said. ‘It’s the festival of the heads of state, t…

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