Makhorka

Eyes drifting
In waiting, 
Silently,
              Gazing
In vain,
Despite it,
He enlarged them 
Widely opened, as if
Searched for something interesting,
Very 
Carefully, 
                  Silently, 

Like a lazy bear, he put it on the old wooden table.
Carefully,
             refolding
his courage
lifting up
ferrous arms
stripping 
Carefully,
a tinny piece,
rolling himself,
In still noise
a cigarette of 
Powerful
low-graded 
rustika,
a variety of
great purge
hunger
killing 
good reason, 
One pack a day
It helped, like hell
Helped.

It helped survive 
the cold, 
and everyday
toil when 
soldiers and ants
starved,
Makhorka,
insecticide 
of freedom. 

Silently,
           Looking in vain,
Despite it,
He kept them 
widely opened, 
Carefully,
                   Silently.

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