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--- M I R S A D   S I J A R I C


translated by Ammiel Alcalay


We've all undergone a catastrophe A policeman from our building The men smoking in a circle Mama whispering to the neighbors Holding the last doll I had left in her arms The policeman's dog sniffing at a tin of sardines An old man Talking to himself About how the Russians and the Americans were coming That there's no more Berlin That no one would be saved I get up Turning around myself I imagine I'm Earth

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