Sarajevo Rose

When a Man Leaves Home

He Remembers the Lullabies

He Remembers the Forrest Was One Place

The City Another

Where He Slept and Rose Fitfully

So Many Black Wings

What Does This Have to Do With You

Are You in This Picture

Three Children Dance in a Ring

One Trips and the Others Run Away

Sometimes There Are Monsters

Do You Remember

They Aim At His Two Good Legs

They Want His Perfect Eye

The One That Looks Straight Ahead

This Is War They Say and Poison the Wells

Birds Sing Delirious

Later the Torment

Of One Who Did Not Stay

If Only to Wipe Blood

From the Lips of the Bakers Daughter

Those Ice-blue Lips

And the Dead Children

Scattered in the Streets

Like Piles of Dirty Snow

Later a Man Vanishes At the End of a Street

Another Man Goes After Him

That Man Too Vanishes

Someone Throws a Stone At a Window

Soon Its Raining Stones

Stones, Plaster, Rosaries, a Set of Teeth

A Womans Arm

With An Empty Red Pitcher in Its Grip