Могильщик. Дон Нигро

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      this is the prison

      these are the tables

      and chairs of the dead

      and here is your cup:

      live like the leaves

      that scuttle like crabs

      on the pavement

      between the white houses

      for I am the sexton

      and in the night’s white

      watching once

      the girl and I

      were speaking of

      astrology when

      snow crept uneven down

      clawing the dark in a

      silently screaming white

      upside down terror of

      falling in blueblack

      cold laughter.