Vladimir Petrovich Burich. (№ 255376)

The world
collapsed
when was
the walls of my bombed-out school
was in the middle of the red
The world
collapsed
when I saw
that lane
I thought before that eternal
cut
anti-tank ditches
The world
collapsed
when in the frozen aquarium I saw
surprised eyes
fish
He collapsed
and turned into the abyss
which is impossible to fill
neither the bodies of the beloved women
no poems