In the West, everything is calm

As the conscience of a dove,
clean asphalt.
As a bald head of a banker,
pavement slabs
(after,
like corpses
the trucks will be loaded
and the blood will be washed away
from the slabs).
In the boulevards
burzhuenyshi,
under the nanny's tale,
bears
toy
smooth plushiki
(after,
like cylinders
filled the gas
and at midnight
rumbled
to Poland
guns).
Peacekeepers
shine
cylinder gloss,
corn tongue,
competing with a sword
(after,
how sent
rifles to Afghans,
and bombs -
Basmachi).
Sit
Cafe
hussars rushed.
Infantry
having fun
in civilian laziness.
And under this
idyll -
exaggerated-mad
military
cooking.
Blood drops
dotted path
crawls on the ground, -
not without reason it was round!
Someone
somebody
shoots
from the corner.
Aim -
in heart.
To the very point.
One
shooting commanders
it is necessary -
rioters
humbling alone,
chase
to the slaughterhouse
ram's herd.
Today
bloodlet
minor skirmishes,
and tomorrow
in crowds
tanks poke,
bloodshot
taste
war will understand -
will go
slash
from armored birds
gland
and gas
bloody dung.
Look,
advocates
from close years,
bones are tapping
horse-beauty.
On her
the war
yellowed skeleton,
and steel
turns blue
the death of the braid.
We,
favorite
cannon treat,
we,
wholesale customers
crutches
and prosthesis,
we
go out into the street,
we
August 1
right up to the sky
nails
Let's beat the protest.
Down with
policies
powdered barrels!
Pretty
at home
shyly feel!
From the first republic
peasants and workers
discard
the war
spiked tentacles.
we
We demand peace.
But if
touch,
we
in the companies squeeze,
having compressed a mouth.
The instigators of the slaughterhouse
will see
at the front
one
insurgent
working front.
1929

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