In the poem Belarusian I by Valzyhna Mort, extracted from her book Factory of Tears, the poet appears to be bemoaning the lack of freedom in her country. Some parts are clear enough, even if hyperbolic, but the second stanza is opaque to me:
we grew up in a country where
first your door is stroked with chalk
then at dark a chariot arrives
and no one sees you anymore
but riding in those cars were neither
armed men nor
a wanderer with a scythe
this is how love loved to visit us
and snatch us veiled
What does it mean that "your door is stroked with chalk"? Does this refer to a Belarusian tradition or practice? First I thought the "chariot" manned by secret police who come to take people away or kill them, but the poem goes on to say that "armed men" and (presumably) Death were not riding in those cars. What does "love lov[ing] to visit us" have to do with anything, and why does it "snatch us veiled"?