TIN SOLDIER

SHOOT, DON´T STOP,

KILL, KILL,

a blond sea of wheat somewhere,

maybe it was her hair, I don´t remember

DON´T THINK OF IT,

POINT,

KILL, KILL,

maybe she had a look of gull,

waves of open sea in her smile,

SHOOT,

DON´T MOVE,

CAN´T YOU HEAR ME?

and a rhythmic walking even in the rush

FORBBIDEN DREAMS,

RUN,

SHOOT

even the elm asleep repeated her name

and an infinite voice of creeper

POINT,

FIRE!

KILL!

and an incredible laughs of crystals

SHOOT,

DON´T STOP,

stigma of the bullet behind his nape

DON´T THINK OF IT, DON´T REASON,

DON´T FEEL,

KILL! KILL!!

 (And the nuts of the cranium exploded,

  peace could not be more timely)

   (From "Cemetery of sparrows")