Дата написания стихотворения Доном Нигро. Ниже – само стихотворение:
this is the prison
these are the tables
and chairs of the dead
and here is your cup:
live like the leaves
that scuttle like crabs
on the pavement
between the white houses
for I am the sexton
and in the night’s white
watching once
the girl and I
were speaking of
astrology when
snow crept uneven down
clawing the dark in a
silently screaming white
upside down terror of
falling in blueblack
cold laughter.