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Leaving
their men
back
in the battered streets
women
are heavily heading to
dark
uncertainties across the border
This
International Women’s Day
now
frequently sounds like siren
warning
them to promptly lie down
on
the ground that now smells
burnt
flesh of the earth
Leaving
their hearts and wombs behind
a
caravan of women is dragging itself
toward
the west of west
Their
bleeding sun has already sunk
behind
the horizon
But
even in the thick of bomb shelling
a
young woman emerges
out
of a burnt house,
walks
straight to her fiancé
who
has just turned a soldier,
hugs
him tight and plants a passionate kiss
on
his quivering lips.
He, now
more charged,
firmly
takes position aiming at the approaching tank.
And
his fiancée’s eyes are already on the wings
to
nurse the wounded sun
and
bring it back to glorious new radiance
_________________
08 March 2022.
[Dedicated to the
Ukrainian women on the occasion of this International Women’s Day.]
-
mps
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