The Father's Dream

The dark cold basement In Bukavina Soldier's boots Black potatoes Spring mud The sound of shhhh The crack of laughter In the black wound Of a soldier's open mouth The black eye of the gun barrel Against my blue eye The dark cold basement in Bukavina And the eyelid descends A shroud for the eyeball And my ears wait For the crack of the gun And the whooshhh of my eye Out of the back of my head But the only crack Is the crack of laughter In the black wound Of the soldier's open mouth And the sky breaks into Yellow storm clouds Bile vomit mucus blood The flesh smelling earth sprayed in my face And once again I am not dead Like the others who are The dark cold basement in Bukavina And the eyelid descends A shroud for the eyeball And my ears wait For the crack of the gun And the whooshhhh of my eye Out of the back of my head But the only crack Is the crack of laughter In the black wound of the soldier's open mouth And the sky breaks into Yellow storm clouds Bile vomit mucus blood The fleshsmelling earth sprayed in my face And once again I am not dead Like the others who are The dark cold basement in Bukavina