Flaunting your new skin
like a salamander,
ready to endure fire,
O stranger,
read me,
read my tears,
the pathbreaker is going back.
I will not extort, never your integrity.
The trump has committed suicide.
A game was over. I am
gathering my ruins to go
into winter sleep.
Let the sun wait for eternity.
Somebody was climbing
on the breast rocks. There were
no landing planks. Words
mingle with four― leaf clovers.
You can inhale the smoke,
eat the walls of palace. I open
the latch of mud house and
disappear in future.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The roof in wonder rains down drops of water it has halted briefly from their headlong falling. Do not fail to feel the frost that signals light was lost dreams of gingerbread and music from Russian balalaikas big as butterfly wings in the spring that never comes.