A Poem by Ksenia Rogozhnikova

 

The Alma Review

Translated by Nina Murray

loud pops we hear outside
in the new year
is no longer
the sound of crackers

light-and-sound grenades
traffic lights off
the crowd that walks
down the middle of the street
death 
in the streets of the city

we glean news in crumbs
over phone calls
the meager Almaty
allotment
of the internet service
never thought
we'd watch news
again on TV

my eight-year-old
writes in her journal: 
"We have a war here now
and must stay at home,
but the neighborhood store
is already restocked
with bread 
and potatoes"

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