MIKLOS RADNOTI'S LAST HOUR
(1909-1944)


Rain on your torn fingernails
tortured by murderers
who not not explain
the empty road
an empty glass
a perfume of the past
in a cross-examined
eye socket
by a concave room
with one bulb of light
of toothless betrayals
there is skull
by a ravine of hail
in a mouth of trampled snow.