nothing new on the eastern front
how long can nothing change.
metal heats before death
and makes people cold.
don't even talk to me about Lugansk
It's been just gansk
for a while now
lu was bombed to the ground.
red ground.
my friends are held hostage
and there is nothing i can do netsk
is impossible to get to
and drag them out of cellars out of cells
out of rubble.
you write verses beautiful like vyshyvanky
you write verses perfect and smooth
compositions of golden high poetry.
There can be no poetry about war.
about war - de-composition only
just letters.
and all the letters are grrr
Pervomaysk was bombed
into pervo and maysk.
war ended there again
peace has never begun.
where is the baltsevo?
where is my debalstevo?
Sosura wont be born there ever again
noone will be born there ever again.
i look around at the horizon
its triangular and traingular
and a field of sundlowers
hang their heads
they've gone black and dry. like me
terribly old
i am no longer Luba
just ba.
адреса: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=679450
Рубрика: Лирика любви
дата надходження 22.07.2016
автор: petra pan