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by Cieślik

Boiling bitter beads

Bolt down our brains

       Blazing beaten hearts

       With burners and matches

       Beneath their hands

But still

The brass tray

And burnt origami face

Won't warm up

        To body temp.

Last bolt

Lodged into a boiler

         Believe it

That bullet's numbered 1979

The better of you

         The better of us

But did I break

Too bad to come back

 Fight fire with fire

         Bet this time it won't feed the blast

Beg to belittle

The frostbitten void we left behind

         What did god think would happen

               When he gave children guns

Illustrated by Mia Chitishvili