Human Warmth Poem by ENO SUTRAMAN

He is peering at, listening dead hard- a sprawled silhouette, a scream of rustles;
Timosha Dorokhov's fright is swallowed, swallowed with swear words,
With a whisper of curses, he drives the cartridge in at deaf, dead hour
Time sneaks in or rushes at - it will cut the throat of all the weak and dumb
An evil rain is being sown, black sand, the sun, the sea mirage
And she - a playful smile under veil - brighter than the sun is her kiss on His mouth -
And every breath a gift of hers - this is the truth of beauty and I am yours;
The candle is lit, you pray, the feelings have not died, are they still the same?
Will your power humility of prayer, Your bless my love alive, Deny death doom, Save amid this black swamp slurry?
Will Timosha nod off to sleep? Tatoshin's sister should come to him in dream?
He feels her warmth with his whole being, flared up, this stinging pain
Witch stopped his heart's hopes, sorrows, shattered the vale of doom with a stake
I'm killed - Lord, Oh Lord, Daryushka, darling, how can I come to terms with this...
Chomping underfoot, dead tired sentry shifts, he was found in the morning, Hey, tell me Greyhead when will the changes come,
The Time for Fraternity of men- you keep quiet Kokoshin - your human warmth is guarded
To be killed
For a penny, boots, trousers, a glass of vodka, or just to make a fun of killing,
Long Before you meet a human warmth in this chilly world
And he, you see, will never find his warmth,
With a hole in your skull - go ye look for it around o'clock - and that's it Kokoshin