Torture of a turtle in a church

The best people sometimes play someone else's dombra
Sometimes, when the robe was sliding down the wall,
I played with dice, I counted the number of dice.
If they split up, I turned on the music,
If there was blood coming from my fingers, I pierced the thread,
It seemed to me that I needed to stitch together a story,
From the fact that the screaming ones gnawed...

I aimed at the knees, gnawed at their groin,
And they snapped too - it’s not difficult for them. They are fools
Forever here.
Everything I did with them, laughing, was a mixture
What was considered different.
All that remained were the experiences that clanged and cried.
Climb like a kraken to the bottom,
Idiot, I'll still catch you
and I will drag you into the red poppies by your tongue, broomstick-telltale tongue.
 
I'll cut out the whole essence,
start from the stomach, pull out the worms from there
And then I'll put them in your filthy mouth
They will disappear in you, like in Bermuda,
As long as my music plays,
as long as I know exactly the lyrics of the notes.
This is not what you imagined
The nights are probably turning
And definitely - absolutely urgent
such a coming of judgment night,
This is not what you imagined when you were captured
I love the skin on your head,
I want to cut it off
Just to receive at least a word from you, any one
I will lap up your blood, pathetic but at the same time beautiful.
And if the doors close, I'll turn to your daughter,
This will be a glorious last number,
My favorite torture.

_________

I lived like a leisurely child
Crawled in the mud, loved to lick the asses, even when I turned forty,
I was absolutely irresistible
In my fuckless, and carelessness, and slowness
- Even when my parents said, “Grow up!”
I asked, “Will you give birth again?”
They had to tear down what they planned to grow,
Some people never have time to get raked - even if they are children,
Hilarious, but this is a life of sorrow and style.
I plowed my arable land for a long time. I loved her, even if they hit her with a backhand - I said, “This is all ours..”,

Even when gentlemen came in black suits, with a slight receding hairline,
I continued to say slowly: “I am of course with you, with your wishes, completely and mentally,
But there is no need to destroy what I have grown,
Despite the deceivers, the heaps of cracks and holes in the budget, there is no need to destroy
What is considered lost, I love these bald spots,
No matter how you imagine them,
Don’t take away what has been delayed and looks ugly - and even more so, by force."
And they didn't even burn it.

And you came and tortured me, while I ask you - do as they all do.
I wear your face, I will save it, and even forgive you forever,
But don't touch turtles like me.

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Tired. I pray to you for another idiot.
Fool. A stubborn fool. Once again I fold my hands - to say opus, the river curses outside the window, telling me to form a lotus.

But it’s not you who is talking. How can I be otherwise? You are silent, deceiver, but in these decorations with stained glass windows, red, blue, light - how can I tell you that we were frightened in spite of any testimonies?
No matter how strong, zealous, mettlesome, tough we are, we sometimes give up.
So it seems to me.

I have contacted you many times, even too often. Today I won’t ask you to save me,
Today, finally, you have no control over even this,
I'm just giving myself the right to the last speech.
Everything fades before this prayer,
Even in this church.
Even in all the churches of the world.

_________

The door opened easily while I was sitting on my knees,
A man kicked away off a pair of turtle shells with his shoe,
He stepped on bones and came close to me.
 
- “Did you achieve what I asked for? Did you carry out torture?”
- “He didn’t say anything nice and just died. I’m sorry.”
- “How funny. He turned out to be quick..”
 
The bells rang that night for two deaths,
and all the churches,
The whole vicinity was filled with ringing

Torture of a turtle in a church