We Lived Happily During the War

by Ilya Kaminsky




And when they bombed other people’s houses, we




but not enough, we opposed them but not


enough. I was


in my bed, around my bed America


was falling: invisible house by invisible house by invisible house.


I took a chair outside and watched the sun.


In the sixth month


of a disastrous reign in the house of money


in the street of money in the city of money in the country of money,


our great country of money, we (forgive us)


lived happily during the war.


Extract from Deaf Republic


Poet from USA




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