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Natalka Bilotserkivets
And from the sky
Choirs of frail tender voices sing old lullabies from above
As well as the first words of lifeless children’s primers.
...Night planes fly past far off in the distance,
Leaving strange silver
specters,
As though beyond them in soldiers’ overcoats,
In concentration camp jackets,
in women’s rags—
Oh no! in bright holiday attire!
Columns of children,
child after child...
Destination, contents?
Simply a vision of life
At midnight, in the time of violet planes...