A Cigarette

Watch —

Vasenka citizens do not know they are evidence of happiness

in a time of war,

each is a ripped-out document of laughter.

God,

deaf  have something to tell

that not even they can hear —

you will find me, God,

like a dumb pigeon’s beak I am

pecking

every way at astonishment.

If you

climb a roof in the Central Square of a bombarded city, you will see my people and me —

one neighbor thieves a cigarette

another gives a dog

a pint of sunlit beer.