For The Nearing Wails Of War 29. 03. 03

      Редкий случай. Стихотворение, написанное по политическим соображениям. Посвящается войне в Ираке. Liar - Джордж Буш.

           For The Nearing Wails Of War
   the dirge from the saturnine heavens

"Obscure is the fate of your brothers in arms" -
Thus whispers the dark wind of ages -
There is nothing sacred when  WAR beats the drums
And EVIL arrives and engages

This strife hast no winners but anguish and woe
And hate that denies any credence
This world shan't be ruled by the one perfect law
For Those, Who Believe and the heathens..."

...The cold fire's waves are engulfing my past
The dim future can't send a presage
I roam through the space which is sear and adust
To find the trans-epochal passage

But still the gate's closed from the inside of life
And sealed by the pain's faceless warders
They won't let me find something joyful and blithe
Instead of this horrors and murders

The monk of despondency... is not it me
Who's losing his Last to Inspire?
I see no salvation nor way to break free
Behind the red smoke of the pyre

The bloodiest duel's the fight of the ghosts*
And I'm not the judge of this battle
But those ones, who reign with the force of their hosts,
Are leaving no clear place to settle

The graves and the wails in the heath of the dead -
'Tis done by the Liar's insistence
No truth in a steel bullet piercing your head
It's simply the end of existence

I hear the black trumpets are calling to quell
So, they're just the first introduction
Before the long threnody plunging to hell
Of Fear and the total destruction

*Самая кровавая дуэль - бой призраков.
                Сергей Довлатов