Arseny Alving. (№ 411121)

I haven't written a poem in a long time. And that's
I was embarrassed, But I'm silent...
Gaps in the poet's work -
Alas, they are like an executioner.
Ah, it doesn't matter: prison, axe,
Or a polished stiletto,
But he hears a clap in his throat,
Uncoerred, with a year, poet.
A red shirt flashes,
Looming fatal platform ...
But feelings of sorrow and fear
He is preparing a new post.