Interview with Ljuba Popovic.

   "School of Blind Painters"

House to house combat, trading
Small arms fire & hand launched missiles.
A structural absence of light
Bristles.
My vocabulary did
This to me.

Most people are staying indoors
On this delicate morn of Good Friday
Where an accurate body count
Fills the expectant void with
Newsprint boxkites.

Falling headliner
And my holey fedora vie
For the honor of ending this poem.

04 09 04

A Ukrainian poet.