ЕСЛИ БЫ...

 

 

                                       

                                                   Черный шиповник,

                                                   скажи мне,

                                                   ответь, -

                                                   стоило жить,

                                                   чтобы даром сгореть?..

                                                   Черные ягоды -

                                                   смерти зрачки.

                                                   Как заскорузлое фото с войны -

                                                   черное поле.

                                                   Боя -

                                                   какого?..

                                                   Вон -

                                                   мегаполис мерцает вдали

                                                   красками разными...

                                                   Тропкой опасливой

                                                   (справа -

                                                   тюрьма,

                                                   а левей -

                                                   гаражи) -

                                                   не перечеркнуто -

                                                   подпоясано!

                                                   Кто оболванил

                                                   тебя

                                                   безбоязненно?..

                                                   Белые в дырах -

                                                   сыры-валуны.

                                                   Не черепа ль

                                                   заколдованных странников,

                                                   или коней чьих-то вещих?..

                                                   И странно так...

                                                   Если б не город.

                                                   И если б не горло

                                                   хрусткое -

                                                   под ногами - бутылки...

                                                   Если бы не -

                                                   продолжением пытки -

                                                   напоминания

                                                   Этого

                                                   века...                                                  

                                                   

                                                            ********