Set a fat layer of fire grazing into the chest of engine heat, breast-
stroking against motion perfuming from the sickness of volt swollen inhalations. Let
this heat sag to a half-eaten meal not its own; let it eat rods,
iron shavings, green stones, dead yarrow, words head-firsting
from a rock overhang in the upper right, a skeleton of a seal; let it learn to heave-hiss
through its mouth the complete psalmic blade.
Five pound fire gravities against hurtling's musk.
In the chest of engine heat, a concussed floor;
whipped light heads cough in blow's trampoline, and choir above their husks, they lurch
into a blurred but, yes, readable circle, moving, yes, the gear
that jacks the cranial dome.
You go into the fish's mouth which is Siberian citizenship,
into the fish's mouth which is the body of a cousin at the volcano's wedding.
We come out of the colon tunnel onto the ledge, sweet-looking antlers
to smoke from the cloud deer. We've built a shack out of this numbnutsness,
We've hidden in this long grass. A stick will cure us.
Your eyes in the fish's gut are moved like a wand around the dark.
The knife snugs down through skin. And this is politics.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am wholly consumed by this poem. Not being of an angelic nature I sense the malevolence of the machinery man sets in motion here. The hellish heat and unbridled consumption of all that would stand seemingly immovable. The attack is powerful and relentless. The escape route searched for appears organic and natural in contrast to marauding metal threat. But the escape route is still at an unbridgeable distance from anything angelic or heavenly. Nature just is and it doesn't necessarily give a xit about you. Or you or you or you. But together we can form a polis. And engage in politics. In this hellhole we find our selves in.
I don't know which is best, the comment above or the poem itself. Actually the comment did give life to the poem itself for me, after it left me quite indifferent upon first reading.