dragons and horses

1

the battle ended early

the king puts pressure on the wound

holding buds in his palm

the bomb froze at its zenith -

king, from the heat of diamonds,

holds hearts in the palm of his hand.

Dragons on white standards

tortured by scarlet pity

scratching the back of the wind,

they spew out veto:

“You can’t let go of this wound!”

2

the king remembers midnight

silent songs of the soil

resinous garden shades

the king remembers the morning

downy tenderness of ducks

dew on sedge blades

“You can go back!”

the compressed wound chirps,

(you can’t let this bird go) -

You can give up the chase

on a coniferous feather bed, at rest

curl up into a sinewy fleece!”

(you can't put that hand down)

3

the king doesn't give up

but the army

runs away

melted wax

the king doesn't give up

but time

flows down

from a dying vein.

in the amber treacherous heat

struck by the last chill

the king stubbornly refuses to give up

the king turns into marble

4

the crown whitens under the sun,

and next to the agony -

horses

grazing, biting with teeth

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