Charles Simic, "Late Call"
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LATE CALL
A message for you,
Piece of shit:
You double-crossed us.
You were supposed to get yourself
Crucified
For the sake of Truth...
Who, me?
A mere crumb, thankfully,
Overlooked on a dinner table,
Lacking in enthusiasm...
An average nobody.
Oh, the worries...
In the dark windowpane
My mouth gutted open.
Aghast.
The panel of judges all black-hooded.
It must be a joke.
A misunderstanding, fellows.
A wrong number, surely?
A slipup?
An erratum?
CHARLES SIMIC
LATE CALL
A message for you,
Piece of shit:
You double-crossed us.
You were supposed to get yourself
Crucified
For the sake of Truth...
Who, me?
A mere crumb, thankfully,
Overlooked on a dinner table,
Lacking in enthusiasm...
An average nobody.
Oh, the worries...
In the dark windowpane
My mouth gutted open.
Aghast.
The panel of judges all black-hooded.
It must be a joke.
A misunderstanding, fellows.
A wrong number, surely?
A slipup?
An erratum?
CHARLES SIMIC
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