by Pavel Chichikov
In the street, above the street
The feather of a jay, floating –
Summer being over, the chicks are raised
To scream elsewhere
At the robbing crow
And the crouching cat
My Lord God Jesus Christ
How long will this go on
Before You end the comedy,
The bitter farce?
We are so tired of ourselves
Of thievery, and robbery, and violence
End over end, from now until forever
Never learning, never changing
Curse upon curse
Theft upon theft
And no remorse
As the feather floats
So will I come
On some fine autumn day –
Beware, or unaware
It shall not matter –
Silent are the feet
And blessed is the light
And I tell you this
As summer ends
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