Elegy for Iryna Zarutska
He set his wild rage
flying like a firebird
fluttering from his blade
into your tender flesh
What madness
glints in his eyes!
Hatred simmers in his heart
like a witch's cauldron
The flame of his touch
had snuffed out your light–
and now I ride the bus
with a chill in my blood
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