Przesłuchanie Anioła [English translation]

When he is brought before them under a suspicion

He still is made fully of light

Aeons of his hairs are arranged

Into a curl of innocence.

After the first question his cheeks swell with blood

The blood is transferred by the tools and the interrogation

With an iron, with a reed, with an open fire

The limits of his body are defined.

A blow to his back fixes his spine

Between a puddle and a cloud

After a couple of nights the opus is finished

The leathery throat of an angel is full of a sticky acceptance

How beautiful is the moment when he falls on his knees

Incorporated into the guilt, filled with the contents

A tongue oscillating between his broken teeth and a confession

They hang him head down.

From angel’s hair

Drip drops of vax,

Create on the floor

A simple prophecy.

• Artist:Jacek Kaczmarski