On a heavenly night eve
light up the candles of stars,
in the universe of the funeral rule
on the planet - the name Earth.
Space is his daughter's funeral service
with blond clouds,
with blue-eyed reservoirs,
with an ocean bottomless soul.
He looks through an atmospheric lens,
clouded over the centuries,
on the movement of black dots,
swarming among the plains,
sees a network of restless lines,
braiding the collar,
sees the Prince of peace, who
strangles the blind people with a net.
They are no longer up to dirty rivers,
shallow sea bays
and smouldering forest fires,
changed the child's face.
... Thunder rumbled,
the sword of fire cuts through the sky,
and once again resurrects
human embryo
somewhere out there, in the depths of galaxies,
on a completely unfamiliar planet,
very similar to an Earthman,
with the same name of a Man,
as before, with the right of freedom,
but adjusted for previous experience:
with a new organ-near the heart –
distinctions of good and evil.
Bred on that planet
everywhere trees of Life,
and the ill fated forbidden apples
it doesn't happen on them at all.
Once a year (why? – unknown)
on trees with prickly needles
light up multi-colored,
iridescent balls.
Only small children know
(but then forget): once
on a distant beautiful planet
God was born a man.
Two thousand fifteen