A CONVERSATION WITH PRINCE HENRYK
ON THE GOOD FIELD NEAR LEGNICA
tell me Prince about the death of a knight
a death of cold iron and pure blood
about dying in glory and certainty of Heaven
and about angels gliding on human
scream over the battlefield
tell me Prince about the face of the man
who opened your body for death
was that countenance a hatred of life
the pride of a warrior
or was it only savage
tell me Prince... on the Good Field
was it morning then or noon
boiling your blood with burning sun
or evening maybe with a gray crow's wing
invited to Silence
and there in Silence were you allowed to keep
your majesty laurel and the cut memory
of the last moment
tell me Prince... to Armageddon
which way to go
maybe there
they are fighting still
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