Stalingrad Winters

We are children of follies,
sunburnt creatures,
on white sand.
Roped in couples
spine to spine
not facing each other
drowned one shot,
one alive.
in our Stalingrad winters
in ruins,
in barns
we shivered all together
dead bodies,
holding arms

We are children of
children of war
over mourned crows
on coffin piles
raped, in nightmares
doped by innocence
and struggled,
in revenge.
In our Stalingrad winters
in plagues,
in riots
we’re cornered, all together
dead bodies,
holding arms