Андрей Зайцев - Днесь
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Despair
Let it beat like a bream on ice;
Let the shoulders slump in the sorrows of the earth.
What is this day
The cry of love, crushed by tanks?..
Human heads,
Like little bags
Of ten pounds each,
Barge unloader,
Catch them by the hundreds, here!
Blood, blood, blood gushes in the world,
Like water in a bathhouse
From a basin suddenly overturned,
Like from a barrel of wine overturned by the cupbearer
At a feast
Wine.
Warriors...
Victims...
Dead...
Are we likely to
Blow the funeral march,
Light candles for the departed,
Muscles the funeral hymns,
Expire
In funeral sobs? To us, shouting:
"Crack,
Like a trash can,
In two, O earth's skull,"
To us, greedily pressing our lips
to the smoking wound,
Who truly understand this unprecedented tragedy.
What are the slain!..
We pass by, past—
Blazing with red copper,
The walls of
New Jerusalem are approaching.