More! When laughter erupts
with mother of pearl, bacterial tides,
wet rumblings and staphylococcus clouds,
knives will flash like lightning.
Then—enough! Immovable titans
will choke in the black vaults of day.
Then tetanus will retrieve the shadows,
and snakes go into torpor.
The flood is here! Glitter of watery fear,
wind, shards of vicious spitting.
Where? From clouds, from fields, from Kliazma,
or from one sardonic pine?
Are these poems fermented
enough to stun the thunder?
It must have been delirious
to consent to be the Earth.