Юрий Звягин - Нарыв
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Can't see the light from the heads
No faces visible
Replaced the gallop with a leisurely walk
A blizzard-breeze

Crows gathered in a flock
They're flying to the blitz
And kings are naked everywhere
Fallen on his face

And you can’t make out clear words
From the mouths of the dumb
The warmth of goodness was taken away by the glacier
Mirror curves

And the fire of glorious deeds went out
The abscess is ripe
And you won’t be able to see clearly
Without opening it

You won't see clean hands
And clean, polished shoes
native road under
Tangled web of paths