Thorn While Poem by Vladislav Martynovitch

Thorn While
Thorn of the Crowns
Planted in sand -
That's like a gown
With no end,

Brings Outbursts
Of Scepters and Orbs:
Flesh theirs is coarse,
Spirit - of Crops…

Crops of the corpses're
Fed as supposed -
Odor of roses
Is juxtaposed

To their Truths
Wrapped in the Lies:
Crown Thorn loses -
Means that it dies…

Death of Rebirth's
Life to extend:
Question of Worth's
Posed to the end.

Asking is breathing -
Air's fragile:
Spirit will rise in
Flesh for a while! ..