A war
is a very productive
state
for a poet –
gives many new
motives
to write
Not a distant, impartial
war
You need enemies in
your country
missiles that hit your
home,
friends who become
refugees,
your family members
in shelters.
Eating your soul,
taking your tears
Costing you nerves,
cord tight
You need shelling of
civilian people
gunfire on evacuating
families
a bomb on a
kindergarten
A war
is a very productive
state
for a poet –
watching from the
distance
still so many new
motives to write:
anger and love,
weakness and
strength,
adrenaline rushing
unity, strength
animalistic fear
not least –
Helplessness.