• 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