ARKADII DRAGOMOSCHENKO'S WALK
Making us alive
in your millennial walk
as a language poet
of inexplicable casualties
seeking like Ulysses
moving waves for us
in our ill fitting clothes
(as ever youngish Rimbaud)
not knowing the avenue of unbelief
as doubt under girds your implanting
voyages of thunder
in a poster loneliness
of going away to the tundra
in a far country
now you travel alone carrying
Volga's cabin fever
in your lumbar's back bone
barring out the shame
of a lost winter
headlong from sun bellies
and grey river waterfalls
past peaceful drones
and sea gulls
shading in unbalanced hawks
you sea flying upward
by a Siberian husky
who holds onto you
with hunger pains
for conceptual words in half miles
of shoreline whitened villages
in the pitch shadow darkness
of black grackles and starlings
eating from Ukraine's
black bread basket
by a dream innovation
the cirrus in focused cloud
arrangements,
meaningless as sky lines and smoke
from the childhood Sputnik.
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