By Dmitri Lipson
Whistle shrill, sharp charge!
over bodies, over bridges
between bombs between guns
look a lake! where are the fishes?
Boom! blood! blood!
my own?
legless, armless
will I get home?
Mud, Mud
i’m drowning
I can’t see
choking choking.
Lost at muddy sea
I’m only sixteen
I can’t breath
I can’t dream
Mother darkness
my lung’s stuck
Mama? … Papa?
i’m scared, i’m alone.
