Ewa Chrusciel

Refugee’s Daily Prayer

The house cracked from the inside.
It plaited and meandered in waves.
The tree and the house grew into one.

The bark entered the house,
inmates of shrines of cicadas.

A medieval tower with a clock
blasted vertically,
with no slant
on its knees,
and the clock
swooped like an owl,
grabbed all the hours &

Change the stone to bread.

Give back the salt
and let olives be relics.

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