All My Cats Are Dead Poem by Galina Italyanskaya

Once it's been enshrined:
'Ask, and it shall be given to you;
Seek, and you shall find;
Knock, and it shall be opened to you'.
Who was always blind,
Look to see everything in the world,
Only keep in mind
It's already been sold.

On a silver plate
Nothing comes, that you covet to gain.
Though it's far too late,
Yet I'm writing my message again.
Even if you care,
You will never receive any one…
Gambling isn't fair
Under the golden sun.

Once there was a guy,
Who perhaps had enough of his cat*.
Trying to make it die,
He couldn't decide if it's already dead,
Hidden by the walls
Sound proof and fully opaque.
Neither true nor false…
For the experiment's sake.

Letters are the same
Quantum things with a dubious fate.
Since they had been sent
I can't guess, if my efforts have failed,
Praying in my head
What a wonder could keep them alive.
All my cats are dead.
Please
Let this one survive!

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(11 August 2017, St.Petersburg)