A poem about the Ukrainian documentary film "The earth is blue as an orange".
SCENE 1 TAKE 4
The sound of bombs destroys houses and thoughts
at night her child sleeps with open eyes
The moon hides behind tired chimneys
so it doesn't have to see the bullet holes:
Blue window frames
In the shadow of the Eastern Bloc buildings they step on the sound of shards
and surrealism embraces reality
A family on the borderline films
the orange dust from Красногорівка
"Сподіваюся"
The focal length of children's dreams reaches as far as Kiev
where you hold the lens on rippling fountains
The mirror reflex has become weak
but the pulse is still high
"Yesterday the sky was red"
Orange laughter drowns out the grey
and the saxophone playing is louder than the bombs
The toy tank drives over grandma's back
and all I can think about is:
Why did the hills turn black and white?
Many have gone, she sits on the blue
the city has sighed itself empty and the cat is playing
In the garbage the cutten hair
A blue balloon sits lonely in the tree
"War is emptiness"
First the night train rattles through
high grass, grows over playgrounds
The snow falls into the cellar hours
covers his ears and thinks:
The world is blue, like an orange
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