Television

I can't feel like breathing When you are shut and make A dark face below the night bulb. My ears yearn for the coarse voice With which you correct the world, Show it the blood and mayhem Mankind spills in the streets. We kiss each other Before the kids and grandparents Like two kittens in cold To give each other warmth. From under the blanket I watch You curling up like a worm And straightening your box like face To let me sleep with music Playing in the dreams. Last time you banged my head With the hammers from Palestine And Ukraine and I could not help crying. I covered you with a dark cloth Not to see your face again.