War

Harald Sohlberg

Night

War

Old age in the towns.

The heart without an owner.

Love without any object.

Grass, dust, crow.

And the young ones?

In the coffins.

The tree alone and dry.

Women like a stick

of widowhood across the bed.

Hatred there is no cure for.

And the young ones?

In the coffins.

~ Miguel Hernandez ~