Sky is pierced with arrow Hitler,
Shows a town in the clouds
Caught in broaches. All people jitter,
Yell and crowd, and push in routs.
Pretty women, pretty children
I would like to see instead
Of the old dictator’s gilder
And the bleating of his pet.
All witch's Sabbath if affected,
Knots of muscle moves and hides
Fright in tear that's not acted –
Where is Rjohm to spoil the rites?
After dark the sun is rising
With a juicy sound of horn:
Grow from ground, men of prizing,
To produce roads, war and corn.
Oh if only I was living
With the laddies and the men
But for turks there's no forgiving
Here where I will never can
Tell in German how I love them.
I am alien for strong
Healthily titans in a tandem
Charmed with their look and song.
Night before 08/12/2011
Triumph of the Will
© Copyright: Кирилл Галабурда, 2011
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