Sunday, June 16, 2013

Alexander Limarev



Was the little boy?


Who was that little boy
a frill of magpie down?
Who was that little boy
whose fingers tenderly wormwood?
Who was that little boy
a cape from the tears of Harlequin?
Who was that little boy
with eyes stuck to the chopping block?
Who was that little boy whose thoughts ...
What do we know?
... overthrown in a hellhole
(next to shame)
for that which is not made
in his emaciated body
the gift of God -
beautiful soul?
Immortal.
Was the little boy?
It seems that all this bullshit
and cowardice.

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