The last man's death. Korponai István

On a hopeless road
shakily
alone
frays
the nothing
my soul
he escapes.

Where Latvian
the man
his light
his brightness
his passion
stone sense
his beat it
is not for a life
his continuation.


Vanishing rainbow
dream
the torment
the bridge
nonexistent one
I wait for it right
Latvian the
my mourning.

Rolls rock
the frosty wind
lifeless
on the snow of a desert
Where the man was?
In eyes tear
ice crystal
strange strength
bears young malformed
Gods

Mourning garments
hearsecloth
hey man
what do you put on?
Cut up
rotten
crosses
the road
do they show it?
or,that
who did they bury?

A steel man walks
a steel man is waiting
from the distance
audible
last
man cemetery
trombonist
cheerful
his song.