Mykyta Ryzhykh
Again
The black moon wakes up in a red cemetery
Crows continue to watch the silence
Coffin mushrooms continue to grow
No one is born in a cemetery at night
*
A wrinkle of silence envelops the void
The stone we were before birth is silent
Doors are locked from the outside
Flowers wrapped in mourning ribbon study the cemetery
*
He began to wave his arms at the edge of the wooden night
The moon plate cracked but remained stony silent
He didn’t notice that it was raining in the cemetery again
He didn’t notice how he came to the cemetery again
A wrinkle of silence envelops the void
The stone we were before birth is silent
Doors are locked from the outside
Flowers wrapped in mourning ribbon study the cemetery
*
He began to wave his arms at the edge of the wooden night
The moon plate cracked but remained stony silent
He didn’t notice that it was raining in the cemetery again
He didn’t notice how he came to the cemetery again