Who Am I to Talk?

by Denisa Vítová

Who am I to talk
about my dead fathers?
Who am I to talk
about those who fled their homes?
Who am I to talk
about the eyeless, legless,
faceless men who fought
for no reason at all?
Who am I to talk
about the shaken souls
cutting off cow heads
after they returned?
Who am I to talk
about the mother who
lost all hope and who
am I to talk
about the young widow
with a shovel full of rubble and
her single vision of a rising city
shivering with life?
Who am I
to talk?