View Of The Native Village Poem by Viktor Krivulin

sit down dumbass on a hillock
write dumbass this landscape
of Kierkegaardshire your native village
after screaming and fights
chaos and outrage here reign

I sit write read Kant
of raspberry colour. On the pants,
land map blisters and speckles -
royal banners, continuous propaganda
of private life within four walls

women with cotton wool, men with weapons
they keep saying bye bye bye
my native village my beluga caviar
once it was a sturgeon land

Translated from Russian by Tatiana Bonch-Osmolovskaya