The fatal blow. Epigram
of three ultra-rights parties of The Netherlands)
It came the time for the decisive fatal blow.
The three-head dragon went to the attack -
I have been sticking in his craw since long ago.
*
One of the dragon`s heads has been preoccupied
with the replenishment of stores
with cash and gold, in due course.
Another one - has striven
to keep the species pure, in a way.
And the last one -
has guarded his own land
from strangers,night and day.
*
The dragon`s heavy step shakes the ground.
From his fire breathing all blazes up around.
And plumes of smoke rise and merge into the leaden sky,
making it so black and terrible as Underworld, - I cry.
I stand between the beetle and the block.
Behind my back I hear crows` croak
and the dragon`s heavy step, that brings my wreck;
and just before my feet
there is a deep, extended pit.
Casted a fleet glance
at the bottom of the pit, at once
I couldn`t put my finger on the fleeting glimpse -
it looked like stones;
but in a moment it got clear - it was...
an ocean of human bones!
*
I awoke no more than alive.
It was a nightmare, I`m coming to life.
But my fear is not over here -
a feeling of danger is in the air -
I have a feeling...of the dragon`s glare.
September 2004
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