NIHILBASHO 2

a freehaiku
by AZsacra ZARATHUSTRA
English translation by Aidar Ismagilov


the beauty
of machaon - isn't it the end
of web?


web
after web: no one
can fly through


squashed is
the snail: and all of a sudden -
the same shape


the pointed shot -
but whirls over and over
the alive butterfly


without tremble falls
the barely blossomed
bud


the first one
to bloom the primrose
to be the first to die


the copulation
of butterflies on thorns
of cactus


the trap
of wings
of butterfly


geometry
of death: the triangle
of mantis' head


the web is torn away:
clings to the void -
the spider hangs


amongst the fragrant
caterpillars... the bee
without odor


the fluffs
of dandelion will die
in cells of honeycomb


revenge is -
mother of the honey
bees


the hit
with brass-knuckles!.. instead
of meditations


in bud
there is no dew -
the perfect silence


to swollen vein
has stuck the snail -
no way it's torn away


all petals
are torn away! no sense
in life of wind


the fall of bumble-bee
in abyss
of the drop


inside -
to sink the bud
in dew!


the precipice
is hid in...
the abyss


the nectar of the mournful
flowers was sucked
by the proboscis of the bee