(господа! Иногда пишу стихи по-английски, но не выкладываю, ибо сомневаюсь в правильности конструкций. Но вот решила выложить. Буду ОЧЕНЬ благодарна за исправления и указание ошибок)
You are standing destroyed
on a grate post
upon a city
like a scarred ghost,
like beast in a crate
convicted to wait
And everyone's gazing
in your scars and spots
they're caught like you
thinking your thoughts
thinking
singing grim song
and sinking
towards bland bottom, apart and wrong.
You're standing ascended
Upon a throng
Writhing and aping
On your black throne
Like an image in haze,
Deity of maze…