Maja Trochimczyk
ENTROPY
~ for Henry Fukuhara in memoriam
everything falls apart
in the last hour – shapes,
colors reduced to primal hues
of coagulated blood
and sunlight – everything
memories cleansed of pain
by art, carefully crafting
each painted detail
until it stops being seen
contours no longer matter
when the final surge of energy
erases words of praise
for the unjust world that promises
not to deliver eternal happiness
and keeps its promise
wanly smiling over
vanities of vanities
everything disintegrates
even the sweetness
of the mango juice
dripping down the chin,
the tongue and fingertips
already stained by blueberries,
on the first day of the summer
after the war ended
and all was supposed
to be well but was not
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