“Bach’s singing of war faces…”

Bach’s

singing

of war faces.

Don’t ask

why there are

no birds.

Why the ground

is plowed with fear.

Why the air walls

are stained

with blood.

Here are the dreams,

sleeping in a cuddle

with a howl

of sirens.

translated by Nataliya Ogienko
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