The clamp on the pipeline changes
a tired man in a sharp cap,
listening to his swollen hands
drops of fuel oil are visible,
which are stuck under the nails.
Pallor on the face
the second week bothers him
wrinkles flutter with sorrow,
dad’s pancreatic disease,
like gangrene
a snake that cannot be held in chains.
The man had strength and intelligence,
I envied you, dad.
You left me alone
on both sides of the road to life.
Dad called me
to him in the garage,
and I bathed in worldly affairs,
now it hurts to be a wasted moment.
I saw You off, dad,
a stone on the heart.
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