ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS
Sequence: 4
THEFT OF LINES FROM KHLEBNIKOV
the gouges in the sides
of a tree a hill
gouges on the surface of the river
the larger birds we see
travelling some of the longer distances
Péeoo! Péeoo! pyak, pyak, pyak!
drag their legs behind useless
while they rely on their spread wings' power
having opened with a surge of light
the day closes its statement
moving dullwards under blob clouds
when the root stirs
the old stem breaks at its base
Ek, ak, oook!
it has blown up the history of last season
taking sides in the contest of
memory and experience