2022.03.27.
Agonized Wind
Come, O agonized wind! Heavy is your heart, as is mine!Saddens me, the silent sunsets of this stone town
Worn you off, the journey through the poverty-hymned town
Help me God! Help! O wind! You still smell of the blazed locks!1
You still bring those two bright hands that wail over warm blood!
Help me God! O wind! You still smell of the blazed locks!
You still bring the heat of fire flames, the wet waiting eyes
And the scarlet letters2branded on the brow of these wastelands!
Help me God! Help! O wind! You still smell of the blazed locks!
Still
O wind! New year news bearer can't bear this! Tell him not to come!
Help me God! Help! O wind! You still smell of the blazed locks!