Sviatoslav Zhabotynskyi

sad monkey in the rain...

a sad monkey in the rain
with wet eyebrows
and a slow heart

its heart beats
like a gate closing

its heart is strong
like a dead skull

a sad monkey in the rain
its eyes barely tremble
when a branch
touches its shoulder

and here is an angel in grey
everything about him is beautiful
his face and his words too

but the monkey in the rain
does not understand him

everything is so grey —
endless clouds

so pale
like a field of daisies

a sad monkey in the rain
a branch touched it again
and it looked so surprised
at the drops hanging from the vine —

it was a good expectation
of something new

and the drops drip-drop on its crown
and the wind is damp

the angel was here but left

a sad monkey in the rain
where is your sadness?

there it is — in the valley

a sad monkey
sad and bald