I am dragging…
I am dragging inside me
this picture, burnt upon my retina:
the most horrible document
of the Mariupol Maternity Department:
the very last moments of a
completely wounded mother’s self.
The young woman, just here,
on this ruin-and-smoke decorated photography,
left the tortured earth. Five men
tried to save – in vain – the life
of the dying mother and the still
in her womb dwelling child.
First I hopefully tried
to cling and cling
into the ambiguous sight
of the black polka-dotted, red
and besides green-edged
textile, blood-soaked lying
on the sad stretcher;
a bedcover, to a children’s room fitting.
But it helped nothing, nothing.
