Optron #34 30 декабря 1999

Poems - Corrosion of snow

              Corrosion of snow

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Dirty asphalt, January puddles
Rusting snow. It could be worse.
But better is worse than all this filth
What a dirty sky, typhoid dullness
Not washed nor snow, nor blood,
Not burdened with love
Land.

And fleeting clouds like tattered thought
From each step are born spray
Staining of hope, the latest faith
Into something else, in the coming era,
In the light, cleansing the land,
Which hearken
Away.

But will the light come there to lose?
Whether the tears poured out on the rock face?
Melt the hearts of whether the ashes?
Whether there exist here before the end
Prior to joining blowing at midnight, a messenger
Human heart?


                             January 1998