Enemy Poem by Alexander Romanov

I need an enemy to find peace,
To make all the senselessness objective.
To have sparks fall behind my back,
A black torch of hatred ablaze.

I need an enemy to live,
Calmly, knowing he's somewhere near.
So each day stitches malice to another,
And lies explode like a detonated shell.

I need an enemy to be like me,
A wretch tortured by ruthlessness.
Drinking to the bottoms of bottles,
Growing weaker, a child in old age.

I need an enemy to be myself,
When I hold love in my arms.
Seeking with a trembling, bloodied hand,
The secrets of locks in the folds of a dress.

And he'll come, standing before me,
Looking piercingly through my eyes.
Glittering with the moon reflected in them,
Slightly exaggerated with tears.

The poplar fluff will burn,
Suddenly igniting into a fiery rage.
And they'll rush to hell,
In silly hats, for evil to laugh.

The iron of bayonets will rust in blood,
Testing the stubbornness of granite faces.
And evil will emerge from the shores of madness,
And drunkenness will reign in hatred.

And looking at the one falling into emptiness,
Forgetting the painful defeat.
I'll see only myself, lying on the floor,
And begging for the miracle of resurrection.