воскресенье, 28 октября 2012 г.

It is not me

When the night was dying, they left the country.
the procession was moving to the cemetery
carrying their corpses.
Their hollow eyes like windows of ice
decorated with cacti
under the blind stars.
Thus Adam’s kin ascended up to the cemetery
dug out the ground and buried their dead bodies
in the graves.
The alien was attending the funeral.
The crowd noticed and rushed at him
“where’s your body? why aren’t you burying it,
The foreigner smiled gently and replied:
“oh, sorry my dears. It is not me.”

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