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101.3 degrees

Jerzy Ficowski, translated from the Polish by Jennifer Grotz and Piotr Sommer

In memory of Max Brod
who breaking Kafka’s will
didn’t burn his manuscripts

With a temperature of 101.3
and an exile’s traveling bag
here comes
the old cough
cured out of Franz Kafka

It drowns out the manuscripts
spared from
fire’s kindness

And whispers Max
I forgive you Only
what to do with this
hundred-volumed silence

Max my Max
burn this my silence

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