My heart beats on the ribbed slate of the roofs

My heart beats on the ribbed slate of the roofs. Thoughts rush on like a stream down the gutters. In mutters, in fear, like a quiet grey mouse. You drill through the walls, grinding your jaw till it aches. The wind, trying to land a hook right on the nose, Keeps stubbornly pushing into the oxidized mind. A train of memory heavily goes off the rails. But not alone — with its old passengers all at once. With caustic phrases you quietly bark into the dark. The lazybones night just echoes with the hiss of the garden. I feel as if I'm unwillingly going down to a prison. There for a while I'll be a spawn of hell. I'll live through the unpleasant plot again and again. As long as it takes for the wine cup to fill. I'll drink to the bottom, drowning a couple of drops in my cuff, So that yesterday's demon gets a bit — but still — more handsome. If you think about it, it turns out I'm his boss And because of me he's not with his family today. My drinking buddy, spotting discontent in me, Shares a cell with a window above a narrow bench. He obediently waves at whatever comes to my mind. Bitterly watches the futility of wailing and rage. Just indulges my whims and lies at random. And from the next one, the visitors are calling. All who come always turn into dust. Each one plays the game, forgetting about time. The demon would say with a smile — it's all in your hands. But silently carries the heavy burden along with us. After the ward rounds he's completely lifeless. He asks the angels to urgently give everything by prescription. Once he's better — send him home quickly. And as a farewell, give the poor guy something to cheer him. And make sure he forgets the meeting forever. Otherwise, waking up, he'll lose the rest of his mind. Or else he might suddenly blab, like, hey, gentlemen! They're scaring you badly, and it's just a stupid joke. Throwing off the scary costume, the demon, fast as he could, Washed off all the makeup, put on rags. With a sly grin, off went God To carry on tidying up his estates.