2021.08.08.
The union between heaven and war
............ (About the Kosovo War of 1999)No, my dear Blake
This is not, unlike yours,
A mental war
To the cosmic aerobatics
Which cross the fire
In your fantasies
The heroic action
Which used to seduce
Now it’s pure test
And the battlefield
Seen from the distance
From above
From a very big height
Is pure geometry
In the rectangle of the scanner
The new weapons which cross our skies
Fall on the Earth
Distractingly
Mistaken the target
While the bodies disincarnate
In the shadows of the destroyed bridges of remembrances
What do you want from us, Doctor Clash?
What do you tell us from above?
A ruthless father delivers us to this pairing
Shooting the ball
Towards the field of the enemy
Where the referee has already been dismissed
And wearing black
It’s a small fly
In the immense field
Verdant
Because the stubborn lawn
Continues to grow
To be threaded
To be smashed
Because that’s your cruel program
From the sky
Which always provided us
With fire and water
There continues to come
The sustenance of the demise