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.