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Josef Hrubý
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THE DUMP
There is a car
buried under scrap
and under cans
There are earthworms
an a telephone
under the pile of wires
And here it comes
humourless, dull and belching
His Majesty The Bulldozer.
HE
He surely heard
all your rings
gloves and caps
He used to walk
in his wintercoat
of curiosity
while the flu occasionally
points its finger
at his chest
Her used to knock off
the black pears
from the top
of the magic tree
sorting out
pitiless words
WHICH WAY and WHERE
Josef Hrubý
© by the author
Used by permission of the author
Note on the author: 1932, Czech Republic
published ten collections of poetry, lives in Pilsen
