WAR Poem: Sirens at Breakfast, by Tyko Say

In the city that was once polish once soviet once german
The missile siren rings above us again here at breakfast
And in the street a young girl walks with flowers in her hand
And she listens to us at breakfast describing the moment in english

I ask her if the siren means missiles and if missiles means again
No, she says in a smile soft, we are here, safe, and it is quiet
But the bouquet that holds her hand wilts in silent distance
But she listens to us at lunch describing the moment in english

And how long will you be here and will you come again
because my mother would love to meet you
and she only speaks Ukrainian
but she listens to us at dinner describing the moment in English

and the sirens like silence are the same in all languages
but the silence like sirens is the same in all languages

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