Mori Ut Vivere Poem by Igor Balatsky

groan
deepest groan
gentle groan of a faraway thunder
the grotesque of white cotton illusions
is being broken away
being replaced with
the dirty gray worn out sheets

switch
snappish switch
sharpened switch of the whipping chain lightning
and vermilion flesh of papaverous field
has been wounded to blood

sob
lowest sob
childish sob suffocating
without fresh air
needs so badly one oxygen blow

pinkie smile
that was lost by
who-knows-one from nowhere
on the hot orange beach nearby
is being vanished away with blue tears of rain
melting down insensibly

death
sudden death
long-awaited sweet death - and no fear
and no worry at all -

absolution
of weariful heart
and new life
in the flash of eternal
lightning razor
in reggae-rain's rhythm

early morn of the hopeful dawn
sacred light of pearl sun,
aloha!