To Vladimir Mayakovsky

* “In this life
it's not difficult to die.
To make life
is more difficult by far.”
You said
But
what can one say
when
the very essence of death
is a song of life here?
When the echo of the call to join the 'river'
is the end of the terror of the executioner
with the last breaths of existence
and the first brick of life's construction.
when death
is the only right of your own 'choice'
when death
is the last arrow of 'justice'on the triggers of tomorrow
roaring...

Vladimir!
Your death is an end
but here
death
is the beginning
and
continuation
of life
until the final battle.

*To Sergei Esenin by Vladimir Mayakovsky