War-a poem of beautiful imagery

I love this poem. It is by a poet named Semezdin Mehmedinovic from Bosnia and Herzegovina. 

War

and nothing is going on–

I go into town to beg for cigarettes

I’ve always known your scent

but you’ve never been closer–

sometimes when it’s cold in the morning you

put my underwear on by mistake

in ten years we haven’t been together as much

as we have these five months–

now you’ve got my sweater on all day

your joy

at the packets of humanitarian aid

makes me happy and sad at the same time

and I ask myself:  where on earth do

you find us coffee every night?

There isn’t a single pane of glass left in our windows

and there’s just no way to get rid

of the lagging flies

translated from the Bosnian by Ammiel Alcalay.