Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Squared Figures
Now here there I am looking,
To those long height standing figures,
Nicely arranged and clean
As if deep in them there aren’t empty bones from useless bodies.
Its hard to believe that the sand that I am stepping on now,
Its going to be my cheap blanket when my squared grave will be calling,
And they will lie me in my shining coffin,
Sending me in without my will.
And the same as I looked,
ones who remained behind, waiting in the same short line
They will face there noses down and witness to where my story will end,
Deep into the squared grave.
There my useless body will lie forever,
World’s problems won’t be a problem to me any longer,
I will make new greedy neighbors who will finish me to bones,
And up in the world of light, living a book full of past verbs.