Children of Cain

Sultan Yashurkaev
A passage from the poem
Continuation, beginning at 10

Tanks go rombs -
Houses fly into dust
Aircraft - bombs -
Cities crazy!
There was a village -
no village, its war
I took it -
attacked the front, rear -
I swallowed a dragon!
There was a star city
And was called formidable,
stood here -
Destroyed all!
"Old people ... do not sit at the gate, the young men are not
Sing ... "*
Corpses ...
corpses ...
corpses ...
Yesterday they laughed
Or cried
Fighting today,
Like torches!
And the flurry and the shaft -
All on the spot!
Guns set
To the sky - point blank
They shoot at God!
But thank God,
That God has a lot of universes!
Charge-
Born in vain -fired from "Grad",
When there is a war,
Do not look out ...
You can’t be born!
Not a lobby shines
And the wound is gaping
In the holes, like a sieve!
The charge is what ...
The sun is in fragments ...
The stars ... fell silent ...
flawed month,
Crushed with gravel ...
Blood...
blood...
blood...
Lavoy,
People are swimming in it
How to melt in the blast!
This "melts"
Tom likes
The same "melts" -
I like it!
To kill here - become famous
Who doesn't like the hero! ..
I hate the war, even more to say more, for so many years I hear it as a man of days! She is pasture, she is a pasture
It grazes eagerly
and pasture - in the cemetery,
Those who will not wake up!
Someone, here, is necessary, so that, here, they lay, so that from the kindergarten
The heroes dreamed ... how many boys
There will be no dates! The chief of staff will write them off, the colonel will forget ...
One crescent, the other crosses, on
Carry up the graveyards ...
And the earth was charred ... hunched over ... Crowned up ... But the war does not end, it is self-expanding, it revels in blood-it is recharging ... Pro-ore-and-th.
Beats and hits
machine gun -
He is supposed to be like that!
And it will easily kill -
Be a philosopher, be a fool!
He is not a saying
a person how to live
His appointment
Kill a person!
Here he is throwing
barking with a dog -the body digs into the body
The bullet is alive!
Smoking and scribbling
Savan after the Savan,
For a moment he will shut up
Again, everything is again! ..
- From machine gun pity ...
Runned!
Tanks were marked with a miss!
Pressed the earth to the chest -
They didn't notice from the air ...
This, clearly, is a conversation
called "swing"
For hazel, a fence
You can't leave the war!
He will rush at you with a wolf -
Grabbid, no matter how wary
not a bullet like a fragment
Take the last life ...
It won't work like that -
The tank will not kill you
will not get a machine gun
will not notice the plane ...
Then those with masks -
some "special forces" -
Already these "affectionately"
You will be "cleaned up", at once! ..

Picasso "Termnika"

It was a field earlier
Today the field has become poppy!
Poppies, bloody naked,
There are severed heads,
Burning! "The bodies in the field is another ...",
They say!..
There is also a dachshund,
This is all such a thing ...
In native ... American "baks"
The price of the human body!
Head...
Even if not smart, (when I was alive and intact),
The bodies are more expensive to its price!
This price is not difficult to understand,
Only you can find out on it,
Is this your own or maybe another ...
This is first washed from the blood ...
And burden the body with your head ...
Having folded it in a person ...
... yes, it happens -
Not everyone kills.
Lucky so - good!
Alive!
Saved!
Now what! ..
IV
It is seen, moves! Moving, seeing
One long -flowed one
Making one movement,
not stopped
reptile -
refugees stream,
Like a flood again
walks on the ground with bench ...
Still over the transportation
Escort helicopters,
To take it to the hell!
They are not escorting -
back to return,
Fluttered people from hell ...
They beat machine guns!
He doesn't want to
Again under the guns,
Where in a row everyone is "urinated".
They are people, not toys
The war is afraid.
And, alas,
Who wants to wallow in the ditch ... without a head! ..
Helicopters from high sky
They fall low,
There is no risk -
Refugees have no
"flies" or missiles ...
Sticks even
Half a bunch of bread -
In the whole "Load"!
How "hails" pressed -
And ran ...
With lightning, the helicopter stoveed a stream on the back -
The cry of children
He stuck into the sky with needles, a short circuit,
on the flow of length, curses mixed
with fragments ...
The "reptile" was stopped -to the gale of puddles spread ...
Oh, this is a field
living targets,
Mishens of the struggled -
dead ... burned ...
Crying Field ... Separation ..
in the curse of the boiled hands ..
dotted with bones -
Corn to grow!
Field
A person of a person of humiliations -
Alien Heaven
another's bread
which is a piece
the soul is not for the future,
throat - across,
conscience - reproach! ..
Oh, field
Abel,
Warked by Cain, running around the outskirts! ..
Night. The sky is locked on the star gate,
A hanging bridge is overloaded with the Milky Way,
Sagittarius constellation, security company,
Bends a reinforced post at the bridge ...
The month does not undertake - the Aviabubes are cut with a fragment ... On earth, war - and there are a lot of ... "refugees" ...