Reflections of a burned-out tank


Armor-piercing projectile broken into abutment Lobovyk,
Long-barreled gun staring unblinking
In the infinite blue of the sky ...

Feel for a moment,
As the fire was burning,
As bullets and shells were bursting,

How hands-free skin latch searched commander
As a mechanic down, arms hugging
And the radio operator of the "DT" trees * dotted traced,
Even a dead gun hook gripping.

He died at the stake once Huss and Giordano Bruno,
Blasphemous truth of the death of his alleged ...
The hatch opened and look at this tower
Where empty, black ...
Here, the same age my
[For the great truth]
The fire died!

* Version of "gloomy forest"
1947