The Machine

Mani Leib

1920s

The machine, the tool.
Walls without bricks—my cage.
My hands’ holy blood
Drips from the walls.
But the blood of my soul
Drips beyond the threshold
Both out there and in here
Drips the blood of my hour.

Translated by
Solon
Beinfeld
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