Sugar Belfries Poem by Janina Degutyte

Such white December city, -
High sugar belfries.
Windows with silver birds.
And trees - like snow wormwoods
against the high clouds...
Such a festive city - almost unreal.
So white, -
as if there had never been
soot
or blood.
As if everything had been
absolved
and justified.
And nothing inscribed.
And everything still to come.
Still to come.