Staszek, my old friend,
from all the prisons of the earth
I come back to you
in a flight of poetry.
Darkness strangles my flight,
forces it down and knocks it to the ground.
Pick it up carefully, Staszek,
like a body thrown to the pavement.
Tadeusz Borowski
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dedication-45/
