From Kosova, July 1999;

The following poem was sent to us by Valon Veliqui, who was kind enough to share his home with a convoy of no less than 20 of us when we first travelled to Kosova in July (and August) of 1999, just after NATO stopped bombing.

The Raving Heralds

I'll tell you
my absence
in the choir of wet birds
my orphan word
lost in the wind
my body became the map of cracking
the horror of pettiness
with its grandness
and the killing scream from inside
I didn't do anything…
my pain is being pending by
the raving heralds