Sviatoslav Zhabotynskyi

lightning is coming like a woman with a blue past...

lightning is coming
like a woman with a blue past

she lost the flaming lambs
that grazed in the momentary harbor

roofs
like abandoned skulls
of giant snails

rustle of leaves
impregnates even men

boy on the street
contemplates the end of sky

sawmill guard
feeds the dogs

someone is born
on this stormy night

someone gives birth
on this stormy night

the end of the sky
terse like the Bible

something is happening

the storm gives birth
to calm people