Letter to a Father
The cat is in the river
The dog stands on a high tower
In the morning I hear wailing
A bomb flew over the town
It is still flying
In the shops they say it is not the dog’s fault
And no one mentions the cat
I am on my bed
A hydrogen sits near me
In the morning I open and close the refrigerator
The hydrogen drifts away
I’m sorry: it is here with me now
I’m busy, however
The park is empty
The dog and cat are nowhere to be seen
In the morning the people cry by the river:
“Neither animal can be blamed
What an animal does
Is according to its nature.”
paorta-kremvax 