The sky is wind
and bodies march
march
on a thousand
bootsoles.
The sky is wind
and bodies advance
advance
onto a thousand
automatics.
The sky is wind
and bodies crack
crack
into a thousand
fragments.
The sky is wind
but bodies prevail
prevail
from a thousand
positions.
The sky is wind
and bodies tense
tense
into a thousand
black sacks.
The sky is wind
and heartbeats halt
halt
on a thousand
operations.
Translation © Alistair Noon, 2009