In the night the sirens are rising.
All this summer night the destructive sirens move
through the dawning dark of a city not at war.
Walk to one window upstairs, then to another.
Fires at the horizon? silhouettes of a
human avalanche trembling to flow?
Is that a death squad of sirens, converging?
Do they surround a deathly building,
condemned? In the heart of the city
is a riot, not a word but the true shudder
of pavement under hundreds and the breaking
of glass: explosions performed to children's eyes.
You and I are miles away but eyeless with fear.
Their cries we cannot know, this far; only the sirens,
loosed upon them and circling, revolving, fixed
to converge upon a point. "What do they want?"
No need to ask. "What will happen tomorrow?"
Will they learn our language to die in?
Poem by Joyce Carol Oates from collection "Anonymous Sins & Other Poems" (1969).
Rafał Alchimowicz - dancer
Aleksandra Foltman - dancer
Edyta Janusz-Ehrlich - actress
Tatiana Kamieniecka - choreographer
Marcin Kulwas - producer, author of script and music
Agata Mieniuk - actress
Magdalena Płaneta - director