Parnassus on end. Literary parody (№ 389035)

Pop the gray and old. Eyes red from crying.
One concern is to light the lamps.
Wife in a coffin. And the daughter of the fence.
Last one - skinny, mangy dog.
Now the priest is not much:
Crust of bread, a pack of cigarettes.
But the greedy dog. With him completely out of control.
Sly, cunning. And he took the meat.
No, you cannot. In the eyes of the weary flame.
Pop, limping, dragged into the barn.
Takes the axe. And grind stone,
Dog says the last time to say goodbye.