It's quiet, as in time of war.
By Lyrikline Collaboration Poets
By Vera Pavlova
Translated by Jena Woodhouse
It's quiet, as in time of war.
I lie on my back, alone,
and sense how your seeds
are dying inside me,
their terror, their longing to live...
I don't know how I shall bear
the burden of so many deaths,
while birthing one.