Diana Chovanová

 

Fear

In ear the buzz of a plane A fly in the sky Flies above us To distract our minds And mislead senses.

Lead us, they want to beat us And flog us with fear.

Squeaky sound penetrates harmony It harms and we moan.

It’s cold!

They keep us in the dark

They leave us blind

They show us shapes, not entity,

And shape us.

Can you hear it?

Deaf tones!

And stones in the snow

And silent steps falling to the hollow.

Pain is footprinted in white Running like a horse Victim is caped But escape Is lost In snow...