Death Dress
A midwife wore it.
Delivering a stillborn girl,
she wiped the death off her hands on the dress.
Wiped the death off, went to the next house
and delivered twin boys with black hair.
A witch wore it.
Stuffed mandrake and belladonna into the pockets .
At nights the dress flickered in the forest,
queen of the trees, a crazy appariton.
A black stone is her pillow.
A noon wore it.
Her skin turned transparent with fear and longing.
She stuck a crucifix though her heart.
A page in her Bible turned black.
A window put it on.
She choked on lamentations,
strange into a skeleton.
The dress continued to fit perfectly.
Your friend wore it.
Three times she tried to take it off.
The third time the buttons burnt her fingers.
She stuck her head in an oven.
Her head turned black.
Но для эстетов следует прилагать оригинал.