Chorny S. Immortality

Immortal? You, but moles on two feet
Not worth a sun of a terrene existence?
What then? Offended and in want of same treat,
The toads, worms and lizards would put up resistance?..

For philistine cherubs, gingerbread is bliss:
You’ve gorged for decades – to last forever…
«Have mercy! And a bargain we can’t miss!»
Give thralls a termless grant for their endeavour.

You, jailers of your mundane clique
Who gut each other on the spot for profits,
To mumble psalms in temples once a week,
You’ve stolen all those from the prophets…

For us, the ones who see – a boring wretch,
Whereas for them, the blind – Bengal lights,
A glittery confectionary stretch,
Assured wedding garments for their marriage rites…

You should not nag! The Lord is just yet strict –
Your days are pathetic as you putter –
And thus, not for the world He’ll have you picked;
As carrion, you’ll end up in the gutter.

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«Бессмертие», 1908–1912