In my darkness
the night music of the wind
I smell green air
wintery
the sky
bright
a bird’s
call
the blackbird

A shot
I do not
hear see feel

in my darkness
the forest air smells
wintery
the sky nearby and twilight
no light but a
bird’s call

brightly piercing
the blackbird sings
my parting song

Translated by Geoffrey C. Howes 

AT WAR. Poetry by Susanne Ayoub.
In progress