I saw a video today. I remembered the day you were born. The smell of the top of your head. First touch. I remembered your first step. First time you said Oče. Our first fight and our first peace.
How proud I am of your first song you sang to me. Of how proud you were when you assembled a broken pen.
Of the day you called me to tell me you assembled a gun for the first time.
A dron was high above a trench. Slowly positioning itself. With a small cross at the center of the frame. Dropped a grenade almost as it was a toy. Exploding by your legs. I saw you reaching out for your gun. Aim it in your mouth.
And the blood that rushed out.
From the top of your head.
No comments:
Post a Comment