Ewa Sonnenberg

POETRY Ewa Sonnenberg

As a human being you are not interes;ng for me, I am selfcontained, I act according to the arrangements programmed before the ;me began As a human being, I do not come in contact with you, you are listed as one of my threats – contact may infect your system As a human being, I can see you everywhere. Not only do I measure your every step, I count every second of you to the nearest hundredth of a second

As a human, you are an organism that is degenera;ng, I have no program to stop this degenera;on process, I can only be a passive observer

As a human being, you are exchangeable, I track the differences between one copy and the other I thus determine the adapta;on of the environment to a moving object called a human As a human being, you do not have access to what you call the world, the world is only an impulse to make the appearance of your existence

POETRY Ewa Jakubek

In the Antland a great commo;on Everyone’s bustling in the rat race To pursue noble achievements Scarabs and li8le beetles are crawling Along the walls gnawing at the ;metable Slow caterpillars besiege the shelves LiFing their heads and shrinking in measure Angry for they cannot find What ants have long ago carried away In great style rubbing against each other. Creatures they are robust, barely Make it to share casual rustles Before 8 o’clock prodded by antennas Of Superior Beetles - consolidated To do their utmost best For the glory of their New Homeland.