Romanian

Today
I printed the picture
To carry with me
In the car

The world is burning
You are burning

As for me
I have nothing but truth
And a picture

Someone touched me
I began to bleed
I was a black pit

A gossamer shell
I was nothing at once

I could neither
Think, speak, or write

Coming in to teach
Alighting in a form that laid
Waste to my cities

Was A____

Blocked by shadow
In the fusion of

Ten thousand suns.