{ FREEDOM “We may want to linger, to stay, to arrest the flow and talk about it, photograph it, lyricize it. Yet this beauty is mercurial and we must let it go, for it is already slipping away to be replaced by the new.” -Stuart Sovatsky }
YELLOW FIELD OF WHEAT
Angel of Death skims blacker than tar
a skeletal knock overturning bowl of oats
smelling of frankincense and ashes
to carry you to a yellow field of wheat
......
а на полі сівба
тільки сіють тут кров'ю
не зерном
наркотою заливши
тіла
як і вулики вух
дике поле дрижить
руки склавши на грудях
не вмерти б
скрізь удари гарматні
......
{ FREEDOM “We may want to linger, to stay, to arrest the flow and talk about it, photograph it, lyricize it. Yet this beauty is mercurial and we must let it go, for it is already slipping away to be replaced by the new.” -Stuart Sovatsky }
YELLOW FIELD OF WHEAT
Angel of Death skims blacker than tar
a skeletal knock overturning bowl of oats
smelling of frankincense and ashes
to carry you to a yellow field of wheat
......
а на полі сівба
тільки сіють тут кров'ю
не зерном
наркотою заливши
тіла
як і вулики вух
дике поле дрижить
руки склавши на грудях
не вмерти б
скрізь удари гарматні
......