FOR EZRA POUND

FOR EZRA POUND

a poem
by AZsacra ZARATHUSTRA
English translation by AIDar ISMAGILOV



angels fall
for they can’t step on
backs of
instant
swallows


never
never
never our
“good” will
vanquish God


higher than
sky
flies
the stinging
bee –
wind comes as
New War of
Specks of Dust


tearing
the inside of –
the flower
the moth evades
the droplets of
the dew


Bible of
petals of rose
doesn’t tell about heaven
for squashed
worms