Song Fragment for April Afternoon
The thing with darkness & light is
they are sinewy, like the honey
inside our bones. I mean to say that
darkness & light tend to burst so easily
from everyone’s bodies, but no
matter. Is anyone hurt in here?
Crouched on the unfinished floor,
crouched against these humming walls,
in the dim tremor-light of April,
in this lush, creaking terrain, half forgotten,
we become root-flames like our fathers’
fathers’ fathers—an ancient ache stitched
with fine thread to our marrow.
Boys, in this waiting
I think I see star-specks flickering
& floating around your faces, like a universe trying
to form. I mean to say, c’mon boys,
hold steady. I know you are tired.
We will break into bloom any moment
Soldiers awaiting orders in darkness, lit only by kerosene lanterns, at a military base in Mataghis, Karabakh on April 5, 2016, during the Four Day War.