I. Death War



In the dream, there was a warehouse

Within which we found a store of Nazi uniforms

We covered our flesh in their own

And returned to the street to kill



Throw pianos on the barricades!



They met their deaths blinded by the muzzle blast

And bewildered by the dazzle of their own shiny buttons



Anything to keep on fighting



Anything to keep on fighting

Keep fighting and do not give ground

Anything to keep on fighting

Keep fighting and do not give ground



In the dream, I’m there in Old Town

Watching as the buildings turn to rubble in the street



I may die before we reach the sewer’s end

We may all die in the annihilation of our city



There is a boy dressed in his scout’s uniform

He rushes out of a building holding a bag

The artillery gunner never seems him

As he hurls himself over the barricade and explodes

Rubble covered in skin and blood and baby teeth



Go away from here

This is pointless

This is the Death War

The war to end all life



Go away from here

This is the Death War

The war to end all life



Go away from here

This is pointless

This is the Death War

The war to end all life



Go away from here



Die

Suffer

Run

Suffer

Hide

Suffer

Die



In the dream, there was a squadron



In the dream, there was a squadron

Barreling over the bridge and led by their steel tanks

We waved to the heroes of the Red Army

And the heroes of the Red Army left us for dead

Left us to die under German bullets

Waiting to take the city of corpses



Throw pianos

Throw pianos on the barricades!



The ones who will survive the German bullets

Will suffer the cold and the oppression of the Russian camps



Go away from here

This is pointless

This is the Death War

The war to end all life



Could we have done more?

Did we move too fast?

Did we move too slow?

Could we have helped the Jews?

Did we put our neighbors in danger?

Did we do the right thing?

We wanted to do the right thing

Did we want to do the right thing?

Did we do the right thing?

Could we have done more?

Should we have done less?

In death, will we find peace?



II. I Imagined a Future



I imagined a future

Where you can not imagine the future

I imagined a place

Where you could neither live nor die



That place is here

That place is here



I imagined myself

In a place where I could not imagine myself



That place is here

That place is here



That place is here

That place is here

That place is here

That place is here



That place is here

That place is here

That place is here

That place is here