The world is blue as an orange

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

01.03.2020, Liv Thastum