such
a small world you peek into,
snowing.
two russian policemen hangin' around the town,
three monks hold up the guns.
four black birds howl aloud,
freezing.
five pedestrian deads you see,
blood,
blood,
and blood.
six nuclear plants fell down,
seven stars shot down,
eight lions bleeds,
in dark,
in the dark.
nine inched cracking hole between them,
you see,
ten seconds past / shut down,
lonesome you found / shut down,
ten times you think / shut down,
another tem times / shut down,
see lonesome still, you are,
at least, till its dawn.
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