Indifference, masculine, traitor,
and into that milling swarm
the enemies pointed their guns towards the window panes of our rooms.
Tonight, a few meters further from the house, her father shows off a few gold english coins, pretending to offer them as an act of charity.
The winter must be in the house. Soon. In the harms of night,
a silence which even crickets don’t dare profane. Repeated howls are heard. We walk to the lake and sink into the frozen water.
Everything is static