На буци

                                              преглъщаме

                                              ярост,

                                              неразбрали

                                              доброто.

                                              По пътя,

                                              хамута

                                              надянали,

                                              обяздваме

                                              болка и страст.

                                              Земята се кърши

                                              от копита изтрити

                                              и поглъща

                                              сълзи.

                                              Лица,

                                              прегорели

                                              от взиране

                                              в слънцето,

                                              притихват

                                              за капчица дъжд.