something like a requiem

something like a requiem


from the bottom line,
like a bird who has been shot
i will look at the sky
the moment of my death.

the audience, contrary to believe
won't cry, won't smile

i will be wondering
with the last sparks in my head
was it God the one who killed me?

and if i happen to see
through the corner of my eye
that the wind hides from me
i will know.. that i have won.

Ivan.