Facing one another

we turn our backs to the world’s calamities.

Behind our closed eyes and curtains

both heat and war

erupted at once.

The heat will calm down first,

the faint breeze

won’t bring back

the boys who have been shot,

won’t cool down

the wrath of the living.

Even if it tarry,

the fire will come,

many waters won’t quench etc. *

Our arms as well

can only reach our own bodies:

We are a small crowd

incited to bite,

to cling to each other

to barricade ourselves in bed

while in the ozone above us

a mocking smile

cracks wide open.

*(Song of Solomon, 8:7) “Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it”