By Eric Sarner
Sweet ma'
you'll believe me no doubt
each salvo tugs at my hair
each salvo at my breast
in this shell hole
I can only write to you
in my mind
your blue apron
how much I loved to hear
the chant of the cicadas
sorrowful ma'
I can see nothing
so dry my throat
full of smoke.
The muddy mud.
It smells of urine
and moldy bread.
At night the rats even
eat our clothes.
Winter.
Poor horses dying.
I need you
blood is spurting
from the sky.
Walking on
bits of meat.
My trousers
wet inside.
Need you Ma'
only you
MA' !
VERDUN
Poème pour un livre d'artiste avec Maria Desmée, artiste plasticienne. 2024
Version française
Petite maman
Tu me croiras toi
Chaque salve me prend aux cheveux
Chaque salve à la poitrine
Dans ce trou d’obus
Je ne peux t’écrire que dans ma tête
Ton tablier bleu
Comme j’aimais le chant des cigales
Maman malheureuse
Je ne vois rien
La gorge sèche pleine de fumée.
La boue boueuse, ça sent l’urine
Et le pain moisi
La nuit les rats mangent même
Les vêtements. L’hiver.
Pauvres chevaux morts
J’ai besoin de toi
Le sang gicle du ciel
Marcher sur des morceaux de viande.
Mon pantalon mouillé tout dedans.
Besoin que de toi, maman !
MAMAN !!!
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