Не вороны
Михаэль Казакевич
Прилетела не ворона И накаркала в компот. Вновь послали за три дома И дорога вдаль ведёт. Вдоль дорог растёт крапива, Долг и в банке платежи. По тарелочкам красиво Из еды торчат ножи. А где-то убивают просто так И ни за что идут бойцы в атаку; За медный знак и новенький пятак, Чтобы груз ушёл по грязному этапу Двухсотый иль трёхсотый – нам плевать, На это преступленье чьё-то, просто Жена не всхлипнет, лишь завоет мать Над вечностью у полного погоста. Прилетела не ворона И накаркала в опять. Всех послал бы на три дома, Мне б в гробу бы их видать. Но запаяны навечно, И не плюнешь ведь вослед. Бессердечность, бесконечность... Не ворон на свете нет.
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