Child, they said, We’ve nothing for eyes, Nothing to spare for ears And nose.
Just a knife To make a slit Where your mouth Ought to be.
You can grin, You can eat, Spit the crumbs Into our face.
– Charles Simic
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Austerities
30/06/2010 by Josephine Grahl
From the heel
Of a half loaf
Of black bread,
They made a child’s head.
Child, they said, We’ve nothing for eyes, Nothing to spare for ears And nose.
Just a knife To make a slit Where your mouth Ought to be.
You can grin, You can eat, Spit the crumbs Into our face.
– Charles Simic
Child, they said, We’ve nothing for eyes, Nothing to spare for ears And nose.
Just a knife To make a slit Where your mouth Ought to be.
You can grin, You can eat, Spit the crumbs Into our face.
– Charles Simic
2 Responses
Very poignant bit of writing…I really like this poem.
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