February 3, 1942
Daniil Kharms was full of charms
so they let him die a death
he wasn't absurd
wouldn't have liked the word
to describe his type of breath
the psychiatric ward
for this literary lord
was in a prison hospital
all those who went there
received little real care
which generally does belittle
The NKVD
Have a remarkable CV
when it comes to destroying lives
whether farmers or writers
police or fire fighters
even both husbands and wives
So the day before this
Kharms died in his cell
today he wrote nothing
tomorrow as well.
forever now he will write nothing
and nothing
and nothing again
until his nothingness fills every book in this world.
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