Voco Vivi Poem by Victor Sklyarov

In the vast desert I am calling for alive
Not to instruct, to preach, or to oblige
But just to talk, to see I’m not the last
Of living souls of the past;
To see the reasons those derive
The nation’s dumbness. But, alas!
I see just zombies. I can’t grasp
Why this is happening. The die is cast.
The current won’t turn awry,
Ressentiment won’t either. Should I strive
For something vague, or should I die?
My time has ended century ago, but why
I’m sill alive stuck in the loop of Time?