GYÖRGY PETRI
(1943-2000)

I've been your bait, o Lord.
For six and twenty years
I have writhed and wiggled
to lure them--and yet,
the line is still not taut.
It's obvious:
there are no fish in your river.
Should you still have hopes--
please, choose another worm.
It was nice
to be the chosen one.
But now I'd like to walk
and dry myself in the sun.

* * *