Haci Murat Poem by Hans Heiner Buhr

Earth chips decompose
Crushed to crumbs
Not a centimeter of earth is given away here
Or sold
The blood is spilled so the green grass grows better
The March wind from the high slopes cools our sweating foreheads
The horse
Trembling and puffing
Dead
Swallows hiss through the willow trees
And seed - crows pull up cheekily and
magpies
We can eat the earth
Because we are forgotten and
Daring
A skirmish
Tsik tsir zilp tak tak tak
Red silk scraps flutter
suspended
coordinates
tangents
The idea
second lengths
The Chechen time