The rays are alight:
Movie projectors are on.
Films about every one who was killed
Are shown on the heavenly screen.
Those who are from Maidan and those who are from the war sector
Watch attentively, like a festival jury.
They swear, they cry, they laugh, they are scared
That their mothers may see something from life.
They show it from the start when the film is cut by iron.
And they ask in whisper, raising their faces, to retake
Or remake the last second...
23 February 2015