Alexander Karpenko

DANCE MACABRE
(Up-tempo version)

disrespect of native country
consuming our wounded souls
with black silence
sinking into oblivion
resembled me devil’s jeering
at my blood brothers
carrying the burden of darkness
however having gone through fire
you expect water as the next test
fuck this glorious Russian custom
canonizing martyrs posthumously
a phantom of an unseen sponsor
swayed in the air
and just here it dawned upon me
that he who organized this bloody farce
dominates up to the present
days of eclipse
were continued
by the white nights of poems
in which survival tactics
hesitated twixt cry and silence
twixt despair and cry