by Pavel Chichikov
Clear vodka, white aspirin
Her brain would not work
To make love to the sunset
Come with me to the roof top
Where we young women go
In the cool of dusk
I will cross the boundary now
Between the white ledge and the dark one
Across the wall
Hold me by the hands, young friends –
Something wants to leave me now
And lead me to the end
It is I, it is I
No more will I live today
By nightfall I will die
They held her by the hands
Her two friends pleading, screaming
But she already death-led, stood undreaming
Twenty-one, a youthful one –
Vodka could not hold her up
Aspirin make her stand
Clear vodka, white aspirin
A heavy, sluggish wind
And she let go of them
The living arch that holds us up
Would not hold her –
She was the keystone falling
Down it came, and with her we,
All the brick and mortar,
Rubble – Christ Jesus mercy
Who will take her body up
To those who loved and carried her
And set her in the wall?
Christ Jesus mercy, lift her up
And bring her home –
They also fall
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