Checkmate! -4 Running through the ashes

Поэтический перевод произведения «Шах и Мат! - 4. Бег сквозь пепел»,
автор исходника на русском языке – [Сергей Плотников]


Within an hour as the donk died out,
On arid grass, the dust has settled dead,
By radio went off an empty scout,
And cracking stuck in hound’s very head.
He knew the words and understood the plot,
And intonations’ venomous concern.
“The wheeler… under fire… on the spot… “,
The Checkmate’s world has got no days to turn.

“…beneath her body… threesome… almost dead…”
The words, like bullets, pounded the still.
He lost both living and who blood has shed,
And lost away his latest war at will.
The canine tears – bitter morning dew –
Ran down the scar marks, down the hoary cheek.
Among the passed in heaven’s frigid blue
He saw his Lada, where he will not seek.

He has sprung up, regardless of stop-cries,
While blooding paws of him on stones and glass,
He hellward rushed the front-line road that lies,
Wherein the sun is blacked with ashy mass.
The movie-like frames flickered in his eyes:
The first look’s here, and here’s a Hare’s quick trace…
All’s washed away and damned to never rise,
And up ahead there’s Reaper’s ugly face.

His voiceless howl just tore his jaws apart,
He called her out – his love and his day’s light.
What monstrous might stole deep within his heart,
And managed to take her with no’s stern bite?
He rushed out there just to collect her warmth,
To lick away the trait that’s cold become.
And for the kids, unless they’re hit by storms,
To give his vibe until becoming numb.

And lo, far off, a dreadful, ragged scar,
Wiped-out coachwork, smoke, and deadly still,
His heart’s got frozen. Where the foe’s marks are,
Is now added more against his will.
He sensed the death; he sensed the caustic awe,
The scent of Lada… subtle, yet alive…
He drew on scent through smoke and ashy war,
His ultimate and latest fight to strive.