dark rivers cry cities snivel
as water stands all week long up to the brow
there where i flow on that shore
an orange noah shoiga breaks camp
i beg ask him to let you pass i cannot
part today tomorrow
then later forever
holy meat protein body
the forsaken moist with sweat,
that which is ninety per whole water
you know charles i surrender how careful i wait
from window to window i pace, an animal
carrying such need
squeaking my nose along the smooth glass
staring staring at the empty road
circling the cage
each nerve takes the bearing
i pass the four decades’ extension course
this ZOO-logy i call it
there is something important i won’t say yet but have told
behind the wash or stew i stand a broken pressure cooker
i burn, saying burn, but there where you speak, i rumble,
threaten to leave, i do, but where you stand i will be glued
don’t send me away, do not, this exit—emergency only,
don’t look the way they look, eye-sockets in the Chechen pits
in the temples where you pray let me let me finish my nap
in the checkerboard where you bare your teeth, let me scowl
the sickened lord-have-mercy turns inside out
the sky’s basin tilts the lord with peritonitis
break open these bonds take a drag
don’t tumble don’t torment don’t you dare
the living won’t survive, the dead have died off
when did death ever in Russia give a damn
mister sorokin and Co. reckoned: can’t force it
why do they fix blood with a sliver of glass in the rear guard
why won’t that other one leave alone
stands clot-like jumpstarting to dive the riverbed
gradually shuts down the oxygen
scrambling onto the bhagavad gita/mahabharata shore
yells into own reflection into own shattered glass
the sea selva’s bilirubin regatta’s
sails excuse me crimson red bloody corpuscles
quit this flickering groveling southward
especially southward with kolchuga in tow
to the sea with its lacquered cover
where clouds hover like smoke after the bombing
and the sinking feeling that a Gauleiter is on his way
with his hands up to one’s back he will bark “hell outa here!”
how to live with this unhealed feeling
the skull knows how, names it gustav
fifteen years of corpulent blizzards over you
fifteen elbows of corpse water over me
eyes like rotten eggs, mugs arse like
aqualungs released from tubes
i have already forgotten you and your traits
can’t see the bottom of this crawling shack
can’t bear or recognize
a single voice a single corpse, can you
it’s the rain falling and not me calling
this heaviness assorti sticky humus water and ash
but you, don’t cast the sails away yet, wait
do not dilute, nary a word
unarmed, conceal
inside or out
nails slide grabbing
say dersu uzala
Gulkrevichi
Krasnodar Region
Translated by Tatyana Retivova