Katyusha’s Scream

This silence lasts for days.

Voices hide from lonely ears,
Designs fitting to draw new
dreams for a new day
yesterday, old thoughts for
the ‘morrow, with a name
writ in water of stagnant
putrefaction;

This silence lasts for days.

Cracked cups feed the
cyclone of stale milk,
Broken cycles of failing
plans, drummed from the
stretched sanity, alone
in forgotten swamps of
dried salt;

This silence lasts for days.

Red stained pages pour
pain from the out,
The cold pressures of
confession on a cold morning,
Cigarettes following the tired
sins of another lost
creation;

This silence lasts for days.

Shadows of brown and grey
scar with memories,
Shrieking lights howl through
like Katyusha’s scream,
Shrivelled landscapes shy from
the rumbles of Koba in the
desolation;

This silence lasts for days.

katyusha

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