A Song for Ukraine
I wanted to write a song for Ukraine,
But I gave up almost straight away.
An expert was required, ideally
Someone who would burrow into corners;
Go beneath the surface to smell the soil,
Who would press wounded flesh and procreate
And clasp lost strangers to their belly’s bulge.
But how could I find a person like this?
Advertising? Perhaps. But in real life,
I knew I had to head toward the hills,
And to wait by that unbeatable view
For somebody sitting and reciting
From the pain of a life already done,
And staring, defiant, into madness.