Dreaming Poland

I actually did dream I was Poland !

I dreamed I was Poland
Born to be bigger than my current size
My borders shifting
A matter for war and greater crimes
Aching for mountains
Circling the Others
It is snowing in Warsaw
Where my winter has a hunger
More cruel than April
Who stands where so many have fallen?
The wheat fields call for my lost gold
The river canyons have always been at war
My current slides down and down
Tonguing the rim of freedom
Where he lies opposite
Sleepy and sated with bliss and Coca Cola
I in my smaller splendor ripen
Waiting for the grassland to turn
Again again again
Luring some savior home


War [After Akhmatova]

I May Fall Back Asleep