Sport 42: 2014
when we fly we are all homeless
when we fly we are all homeless
like the doublings of a hare
Lenin appears as a rough sleeper
aboard Sturmovik IL2
turbulence lowers me
into the cockpit
Russia was someone
he used to know
now he has traded
the workers for the
kindness of vodka
in case of an emergency
we fasten our wire hoods
and turn off all personal lighting
the plane takes us through
the mesh bones of earth
Lenin scratches the iron
stain of industry
he has come to view
the world as a horse
with the same number of stars