Соломон одевал Доспехи,
НаголО пиздаватый Меч!
С гор спускались мысли-абреки —
Пришло время — гОловы с плеч.
Налицо цвета хаки и смокинг,
Зверел, поднимался со дна,
Ну, встречайте стадА — мистер Джокер,
ДВА кинжала, калаш и Луна.
Yaroslav Kulikovsky. Paris, 2024 (c).
Part of the cycle: Poems on City Flesh and Power.
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This poem is an anthem to the inner warrior. Solomon, the Joker, the mountain rebels, and the Moon merge into one figure — a hero unafraid to be himself. His armor is his own style; his weapon, wit and will. He doesn’t ask for approval — he asserts presence. Individuality isn’t a mask. It’s armor. And you don’t take it off.
