Vladislav Martynovitch

Ice- Be Or Die

Ice-Be Or Die
Ice-cream fire
Leak and go!
I scream: “Mire!” –
Fighting woe;

Mighty pythons
Curling round:
Follow fighting –
To the ground!..

Piling beasts of
Mindful flesh:
Growling fists you
Use to crash

Formal nightmare
Of a kind –
You’re aware
Of the grind!..

Mares rush at
Night and dark:
Rise for luck;

Stay awaken –
Sit and lie:
Be, or die!..

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