Dead Nature or Unnatural Death

Written by: Aleh Barysau

Road span of knots, 
panels off line,
concrete of slopes, 
signs every mile.    

Dogged heart beats,
all here in haste,
tense nerves of streets,
the last – the first,

Wheel marks of brake,  
air petrol fume,
black traces fade,
combustion doom.

Wrong pulse on earth, 
neurons at odds,                                                   
no cares on death, 
tired soul of clots.