Phalanx
Roman Yartsev
The roughened hands of boredom
the crackers of the clenched fingers of the phalanges ...
the revolution is made by the torments
of the earned old soldiers...
Endlessly circling over the cliff
without a safety rope ...
Completed by someone meeting
chopped with a saber from the shoulder...
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