Infant Beasts Poem by Julius Alexandrov

My path has been burried by the thick and plowy snow
Did he trick me down this trail or I myself i do not know
Now I stroll along the rill while on my head the rain is drumming
Frightened slowly loosing ease I keep on marching quietly humming
Im lost im doomed this darkness I alive will not escape while I wallow in small sorrow a branch rips away my cape
I feel blood trickle hot and thick and fickle down my cheek
While my foot in dazy darkness erred into the ice cold creek
With blind force I plow along somehow through the heavy mud and rain
But the beasts have started howling near, my painful struggle all in vain

Like a choir of growls an organ of howls in melody they come near
And with hungry cries their moonlit eyes in a circle at me peer
I shift to ease I cease to shake even the cold seems to have gone
I lie on the ground and with a sweet hissing sound I urge them to lie along.
But unaware of my intent they
filled with frenzy at me lash
and before I can lament
they start to strip me off my flesh
and I hear the sound how my bones are ground
by the teeth that on them clash
how they chew up and rip my little brittle limbs in but a flash
and while each hungry jaw and hacking claw my incarnation ravages
A glimpse into my murderers eyes reveals that these infant innocent savages
carry no anger no resent no hate
But that it is nature that aroused their hunger and just so decided my fate