Нина Потехина - Талая вода
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The level of the world ocean is rising
And my boobs are falling
And my eyelids are falling
And my hands are falling

Meltwater on hands
Corpses of dogs by the roadside
You have not yet been touched by
What they tell me

I saw love on poor but clean graves
Fume of dried firewood stretches from under the ground
Even hair does not remain - it leaves the heads
There are my friends, descendants of convicts and mushrooms

They forge chain mail from herbs and helmets from flowers
There the dead will stand next to the living and as if alive
It will prick in your soft and meaty
And there will be war where everything died in peace

Rivers will clog your exits with mud at random
Only because the forest is broken by human scurvy
That Ymir's skull is covered with gray dust
That the walking entrails have become alive

The wind will knock the hat off the proud head
At that moment when the iron horse rears up
I will wash myself with my last infant tear
Turning into a chthonic path

I am a drop of sweat on the palms of Joan of Arc
I am an unshaven hair under Bruce Lee's nose
But I will throw my whole petty soul into the fire
For the sake of the bloody-faithful dawn.