So one day, a sparrow tried not to catch a bullet from a crazy hunter with a shot, a dove to dodge with its neck from a lazy butcher's knife, a green frog to jump out of a woman's holey trough.
I am not her. This is an uncomfortable allegory for life. As for me, I sit comfortably in an armchair in my garden, phlegmatically looking at the blue clear sky. I don't care. The TV is playing loudly, behind me. Putin no longer broadcasts from the TV. He hangs quietly on the fence.
There is no more noise or screaming. No knife, no gunshot. No pedophiles, no desperate crying children. Not a single rapist and butcher, not a piercing scream from a woman. There is no radical or wrong. There is no mafia, and even a prison rooster, too. Nor one of a single agent of influence and nor one of a stool pigeon.
Only me. I am here. Another comfortable folding chair and a metal can of beer, and the disheveled sick head that once made me laugh is opposite of an eyes.
You wanted sacrifice. Here they are. I will carry them into the deep abyss. To the deepest ocean floor. Where the sun never reaches. And you can not know here or where, that emerges due to the strong pressure. There are the swollen eyes from tears, which can't splash.
Only I will survive there. Only me... I will laugh out loud. And the light of my brilliant sparkling eyes. It will shine. Reaching for the high black sky. From that quiet bottom. There my white soul live.
Like a proud beacon about which was crashed their rusty dirty trough with the short man in funny trousers, standing at the stern at the helm.
So which one of them will dismembered - the greedy short man or the ownerless trough?
by Artem Miachin
21 April 2023
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