It’s easy to prepare
To the banquet
For those people who had been deceased so long.
I like to see their faces all around me
My dear people who received my call.
Oh, you. You’re first.
I knew it. I’ve waited.
To see you coming in
My door again.
You left me early, but your death
Was dated
To wake my fog-annointing up
To rain.
I see my father coming, very silent
With smoking sigarettes and his sarcastic smile,
He brought so many sacrifices to be quiet
And not turn out, like the others, to wild.
Two grannies following him, both in long dresses,
They are nobility (and I am proud here, of course!)
They have their children with them and who can guess it:
That boy becomes authority for many years.
My deceased banquet
© Copyright: Паола Пехтелева, 2009
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