The Death Of Communism
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Leo Yankevich
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(Poland,1989)
Grey clouds in early May,
a hint or threat of rain.
Beyond the tracks a lane,
a bench along the way.
Night watchmen, empty tins
of bargain lager, stars
in smoke, East German cars
with soot on their tail fins.
A little further on—
unheard of graves, hedgerows,
and flocks of hooded crows
delighting in the dawn.
Bu şiiri puanla
Henüz puan verilmemiş