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I stay with the beast
Until the morn comes
When the great sun will
Lay bare his carcass
Torn by vultures
Eyes beady, glass beads in a kaleidoscope

I see its fangs
How sharp your teeth are, mister!
All the better, all the better…

Through its gaping neck
And the bullet hole in my head
I am granted a fleeting vista
Of light – its majestic stride
Wrought in dark steel

Alexander Nevsky grins
From its bottomless maw
Fire! Danger! Season!
We were destined, destined,
Destined…for,
For – greatness!
Title taken from Laibach's Vojna Poema.
Reminds me of the ****
That invaded me, as we
Are pushed down
By a low iron sky

Reminds me of the Sun
In the wheat fields, as men
Constricted every move
Hot breath foaming at the mouth

Reminds me of your clamp
Iron-tight, as wails
Came from every crevice
Between stacks of bodies

I am paper thin. Compressed,
Thinner than a hairsbreadth
Suspended in weightless space,
Fingers and rough cloth

A babe howls, far
Like wind, through alleyways...

Thunder claps - engine roars to life
My feet sank into the soil
Your face turned to me, pale
Rain will fall - I know

Run. You mouthed, but
No, I can't ever flee
Storm clouds, wheat stalks
Round, and round...

Your weight upon my body
Heavier than a dead cow
Your breath upon my ear
Whispered in exhilaration

I want to be your hero. Drunken wind
Screamed, and you breathed it out
As I saw, the raindrops rip
Through your gaunt cheeks

Clouds descend and bare their teeth
Down, into darkness and heat
Throat is parched
Air is stagnant -

Smoke, smoke, all smoke
Ash in my lungs...

Stayed there for millennia
Sheets of rain crashing down
Lay there until stars came out
On the black drapes of my eyes

Hazy, my vision becomes
Lungs, black as tar
Suffocation presses closer
Grip tightening on my throat

You sprawl beside me. Crimson sky
Hangs low. Damp soil between my toes
And the rumble of thunder, no,
Of the engine, in my ear

I flung myself at you
Across mere inches
Spots dancing in my eyes
Bellows ringing in my ears

Your face glimmers, pale
Through the murky waters
A shadow of an image
Long lost, long forgotten...

By the waving willow-tree
Turning your head around
Your lips cracked into a smile
For the very first time

I raced toward you
Freefalling, you float away
I took you by your hand
Roaring currents - I slacken

Your heartbeat, steady
Your pulse, beating
Your arms around my waist
Your lips against my cheek

The world heaves a sigh -
Empty sockets still
Leagues below the surface
Your hand within reach...

Like every last step
With all my strength
I reach for you
Your bony wrist

Like every first time
I fling you up
You float to the surface
While I sink down

Last embers die
As eyes close gently
I want to be your hero
For the very last time
My first poem about love.

Who could've known car exhaust could **** a man?
We ran
From something
Unseen. We were
Two, a man and a woman

River flowed red
He is steel. And her tears
Bullets. We are
Bayonets and gun barrels

The earth flourished
With steel, straight statues
Of trees and undergrowth
A perennial memorial

Buried, we were
Under the earth
Meant to last forever
Meant to simply be

Red silence
Enveloped the world
My brothers...
Glided between the trees

Creatures joined
Those of all kinds, prowl
Across the land
Around their brothers

The earth split
We are the valleys. Gashes
Along the veins of the earth
Runs red like streams and fountains

Wounds dried and flaking
Freely beasts roamed
Lands demarcated
Trampled, trodden

We are echoes
Within the canyons. We stalk
Like spirits, like steel
Behind fervor, behind craze

They lost
Time was forgotten
Time was reclaimed
Remade

We do not know time
We do not sow
We do not reap
We do not see
We do not hear

The world is never silent
But the underground is

How would you feel
If you knew that
The world was hollow
Held up by rifles...
I am the original author of Red Silence. GuessWho2436 posted my poem with my permission.
Torture your body with a heart-wrenching knife
Torture your body with a heart-wrenching knife
Clamp your liberal fingers till they bleed
Indulgently licking lollipops

Stuffing pockets deliberately
Full of dead rodents and live *****
Chocolates, holy substance
Descend upon the mortal land

In the patriarchal landfill of obsolete concepts
Used figures and polite words
Annihilation through suicide -
Annihilation through suicide!

Pitying laughter, cold as frost
Pitying laughter, cold as frost
Pitying laughter, cold as frost
Setting gloriously, on, on, on -

Russian Field of Experiments
Russian Field of Experiments
Russian Field of Experiments
Russian Field of Experiments

Perverse geography
Spelling of hatred
Apology for ineptitude
Legend of optimism

Code of honor for righteous Howitzers
Noble feast of utter prudence
"Abyss" from a baby's mouth
"Bullet" from a baby's mouth

Pitying laughter, cold as frost
Pitying laughter, cold as frost
Pitying laughter, cold as frost
Setting gloriously, on, on, on -

Russian Field of Experiments
Russian Field of Experiments
Russian Field of Experiments
Russian Fields of Experiment

Like man - meaningless art
A noose - revered art
Roasted apples - global art
A timely departure - an art

And the art of being a bystander
And the art of being a bystander

A new way to clean your oven
For those who suffocated in free will
A new way to scrub your noose
For the funny smell on their neck

The latest way to find the culprit
The latest way to find the culprit

Russian Field of Experiments
Russian Field of Experiments

Oblivion - behind the open door
Means someone's coming for you
Means you're important to someone
Important, still

It snows, and snows
Snow flutters upon Russian expanses
Men buried with eyes sealed
Men buried with newspapers wrapped

And yet, it comes to the calf slaughtered
Became everyone's joy and everyone's pride
Everyone's hatred, everyone's will
Everyone's will, and everyone's last days

Bury your body in your grave
Truth behind inheritance of land
What do we mean by inheritance?
Means our patience is running out!

As will be shown, through a pervert's opening -
The keyhole - unrivalled genius
Started the Second World War
Earth's unofficial belly-button
Porcelain inside the mental system

Volunteers out of instinct
In the name of the cosmos and bread crumbs
With the People, capitalized -
The word "People", capitalized!

Swastikas fly, faces stiff
Words of Babylon, never fade
A means once legitimate is
Now annexing our lands

Isn't this exactly what we need?
Isn't this exactly what we need?
Isn't this exactly what we need?

Unavoidably, children wake up
Disease-less, filth-less
Corresponding objects with their true names
Sowing seeds of good, reason, and eternity

Everything seeded, everything named
Food served in a mannered fashion
The first - fruits of knowledge
The second - a boy dripping blood

Lord of Law and Order, victorious
Lord Paramount of Terror in red
Legal holidays for legal citizens
Honed scythe for precocious ears

The Abyss - according to the principle
Of movement towards the Sun
Do not shed tears above your porridge, no


...


Then who had their lives taken in the last battle?
And who died for the slip of a genius?
And who poured their glass full of pity
For that savage battle in Stalingrad?

Planes crash, grinning
Into hills of the Promised Land
Into hills of the Promised Land

And of my love - free her I will
From the inevitable pain
****** her with ginger cakes
**** her with a drunken boot
String her upon the clouds
A child - an unloved doll!

Pitying laughter, cold as frost
Pitying laughter, cold as frost
Pitying laughter, cold as frost
Setting gloriously, on, on, on -

Russian Field of Experiments
Russian Field of Experiments
Russian Field of Experiments
Russian Field of Experiments

With the scent of oil -
Eternally
An incomplete translation of Igor Federovich Letov's Русское поле экспериментов.

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