ground  steals your dead...

Sviatoslav Zhabotynskyi

ground
steals your dead

 

strange hand 
releases the twilight 
and withers

 

beautiful women 
sit in their huts
perhaps 
autumn has come

 

a man is looking at the smoke 
sees the dead 
are stealing potatoes from his garden -
the man shouted at the dead

 

to shout in fall 
means to be silent

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