Segah (3)

We did not stay silent. We did not stay silent my love; like an innocent flock in the silence of "fate". The fate of loneliness stoning and separation: – sonic bombs! – it did not surrender, our being, to sinking down – torn to pieces – being scattered being dispersed and becoming nothing in the bombardment. Our bodies did not submit to separation from each other. My eyes over there in your face, my hands over here in the hand of the soil, and my gaze blinded lost under the rubble of stone and stoning... and then what remains of "me"? The past will never return even in disguise. We have crossed the border of separation and "separation" will never return between us. Bombs of words and decrees, bombs of incantations rained rained on our soil. And I with each bombardment, your hands and you my love harder tighter I pressed to my breast and to my lips: like a woman her newborn amid the rubble of war...