Masks

< Leah Altukhova



Dot. A curtain. Masks thwarted.
Mime wearily removes makeup.
Do you want a city divided equally?
Ukraine in two countries?

Inseparable in the scenery.
In the corners are now dispersed.
How are we going to find out,
Where the game was, and where life?

All the trite and predictable,
No night is now, nor poetry.
All private - punishable
. All important -between lines.

All that said - it was too much,
We are now found its limit.
Once declared indifference,
It will be as you want.