AGRICULTURAL PANICHIDE by Ann Wood

The Bulgarian village is quietly dying.
And there is no one to cry about him ...
Somewhere behind the ridge they disappear
the latter
plows and sowers.

And the young, as far as they are,
desperate, fly out of the nests -
hanging in stations,
looking for bread abroad,
the algae are on the foreign fields.

Here the houses are silent at sunset,
the chimney to the ground is inclined ...
And predatory shadows go by night,
to steal goods or memories.

The Bulgarian village is quietly dying.
And instead of the school bell beating,
bell ringing sounds merrily ...
And we?
How are we alive?

What in the crazy business
has done us?
What can we do in Paris? "

Our home is quietly dying.
And what is our end,
we will see.



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Written on 2018-03-24 at 16:32

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Ann Wood The PoetBay support member heart!
I know and it is hurt me to see such a beautiful villages are dying :(
2018-03-25


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
This is how things are everywhere. It is how things are here in Nebraska.
2018-03-25


Ann Wood The PoetBay support member heart!
Not only mine village all villages in the country is dying, because only old people left there and no one workthe lands.
2018-03-25


jim The PoetBay support member heart!
Are you writing about your village? This is sad, the dying of way of life.
2018-03-24


Ann Wood The PoetBay support member heart!
It is about quitly dying of Bulgarian villages and immigration of the young people from Bulgaria.
2018-03-24


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo Ann, a sad lament.
Ken
2018-03-24


Ann Wood The PoetBay support member heart!
Hi Jim it is mean mass for the dead.
2018-03-24


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
What does PANICHIDE mean, ann?
2018-03-24