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You will lose everything, but the word will be with you…
When
everything explodes
And the
Earth changes its movement,
The world
will feel the first sound
In boundless greatness…
The last of
the survivors
Will hear a
quiet whisper
In the
embers…
……………
And these will be Poems…
***
From each
letter – a line
Snakes…
Let there
be war and
Black rain
from the sky.
Together,
our letters become leaves…
Let there
be no bottom,
We will build an island.
***
Day by day
non-stop
The field
crematorium belches fumes,
There is a
queue
For the furnace of graves…
The fuel
Whispers in
delight,
“We’ll
‘save’ you”
–
404.
Translation by © Hanna Komar, John Farndon
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