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HORSE EYED WOMEN
Then nights came, those dark, very dark, defeated
nights
when one didn’t recognize the other, doors closed,
endless nights. And as we talked in low tone
voices in those rooms, one would suddenly get up
and fix the curtains
while we all watched (no one uttered a word) as
if he wanted to expel the shadows of our killed
comrades
who were cold and came to beg for some warmth
in a corner of our memory. Frost. And only the dust
in the deserted roads
befriends us with the endless soil of death —
a merciless end at the end of the road, despite of
you starting with songs,
and mother woke up each evening and came on
her tiptoes to see whether you were covered,
emotions of the era, the doctors diagnosed. A
strange, calm craziness without any shouts or
gestures, not even craziness, only a silent,
inhumane dive in itself. Many suffer from the same
sickness, they added. And the specialist with
some humor added: perhaps all of us.
Nights when suddenly everything around you tumbles
widening your poor human vision
into an immenseness.
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