RAILWAY
AT 12 no minutes
or in 12 with minutes.
The thieves, thieves,
rogues and rogues
with puffy pockets,
with puffy bellies
get out at “The Hermitage”, stopping “dutiki”.
Two rooms, spat and smoked.
Tables.
Behind every,
sweet, like molasses,
little man.
The little man has manicured hands.
And the little man has a small shoulder blade in the handle.
They will dig a grave and put you in a hole.
These little people are called “krup_ya_mi”.
You will enter a little,
one of “krup_e_y”
sticks, like a burr:
“Mister comrade –
free place”, –
and guides you through human dough.
Eyes at “stickmen” – two asterisks-dots.
“how many, – He speaks, – will you order to declare in the ban-
choche?..”
You take a hundred money out of your pocket.
The hum stops instantly in the hall.
They lick their lips at you, like a lamb stew.