Over Kosovo & rutting
5 glittered armies, humming
5 magic countries
wait to be swallowed
5 oblivious winds
roar for direction
In a vein of lights
the darkness waits
For the great violation
the stones are to be punished
The winds are to be punished
those bodies who dared
To look like ourselves
must prepare to receive
Our tears, our glory
The young Bomb Aimer extends his finger
A complicit star
stains like a scream
"You actually feel it when it leaves"