Diogenes

Who needs these poems, who needs the art?
Who really wants your hollow heart?
My lamp is dim, its wick is charred,
The words are deaf, the path is barred.
Like after dramas, loud and shrill,
The world is numb, the world is still.


I sing my rebel, forbidden verse,
Beating a broken drum like a curse.
Like you, like us, who’s here, who’s there?
A stifling silence is all we share.
Not you, nor us, not here, not then,
Don’t beat the drum, don’t try again.
Nowhere, no way, the light is dead,
There is no answer to be said.


Everywhere, the silent shards,
The "go away," the "keep your guards."
"Stay in your barrel, tight and small,
Don't make a sound, don't try to crawl."
They want you gone, they want you hushed,
Beneath the heavy silence, crushed.


But from the barrel’s narrow sight,
The star shines with a clearer light.
To those who look, to those who see,
It whispers "Yes" and sets them free.


I sing my rebel, forbidden verse,
Beating a broken drum like a curse.
Like you, like us, who’s here, who’s there?
A stifling silence is all we share.
Not you, nor us, not here, not then,
Don’t beat the drum, don’t try again.
Nowhere, no way, the light is dead,
There is no answer to be said.


The star says "Yes" to the open eye,
Always, across the midnight sky.
Always.
Always.


http://stihi.ru/2017/10/21/9151