Every day two villages disappear

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Phwaaa. It’s summer but here are
snow drifts in attic corners,

great banks resting where the church

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has turned into splinters of silver

wood and holey ghosts.

Every day two villagers disappear
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pray against arsonists and careless

cigarettes. The village (blank space)
is declared neperspektivnie — to be

liquidized for lack of proper prospect.

The fields are given to the crows.
Every day two more crows appear

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to wander through houses like 
the winter wind, that mills history

to a rough grey grit. The village shop stocks

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and vodka, and soon these bottles

disappear into empty stomachs

and move on. Two bull-dozers appear.
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here and here

and here]