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In the dark night
orphaned mothers
howling.

 

Corpses cooling up
in the coffins
of the distant war.

 

Somebody, somewhere
waging war again.
Shrapnel in my bowls.

 

The war is over;
only
coffins keep leaking in.

 

Howl mothers, howl!
To a bloody job
your sons are parting!

 

A middle-aged man
picking up from the pavement
somebody's finger.

 

Peaceful men
dropping peaceful bombs
from peaceful planes.

 

The old man
mourns his only granddaughter.
Soldiers in the background.

 

A picture in the press:
two good soldiers
huddling an orphaned child.

 

High in the stormy sky
a flag flutters.
The freedom flag.

 

Konstantin Dimitrov
Sofia, Bulgaria ( Living in Spain )

 

 

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