Leo Poem by Iwan Jaconiah

A man is sitting on the bench
with an empty gun
two peacocks are watching him
a new day has begun.

He turns the music video on
listening to the motherland's voice
reminding him of the past.

Leo, people called his name
he never knows his identity
people don't recognize him
the only thing he wishes — eternity.

That sharp eye's man
asking me to find another hope
like other people; having a dream
jealous is the night when the morning comes.

Now he leaves the bench,
moving to the sea and ocean
alone!

Moscow, July 3rd 2019