Midnight

In the city of Kohl

I gaze at the sky

and watch the stars

and ask myself:

Is it a star or a knife of light?

It moves, or perhaps watches me

carrying with it the night's question

Where will it drop its burden today?

On a house without walls

or on tattered cloth?

Which prey will it choose?

An elder or a child?

A youth at the dawn of life?

Or perhaps,

me?

Someone will taste orphanhood,

tonight

and a mother's heart

will melt over the loss of her child

It will be the last night for someone

beside their lover,

or the final dinner of a family,

surviving together,

toward the sky

Everyone here is a target

Their crime is the same:

We only wanted to live

Just to live