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Piotr Oreshin
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And thick
Bulbous lashes
Burning green
On my cheek-bones.
5
Is stretched with song
From east to west.
6
And hoofs
Kicked skyward
And
The claw
On my hairy paw
Blazes.
7
And motionless,
Like a bull,
I have squatted, rock-fast,
In a long shirt
Of sunsets,
And I sit now
Sprawled out
On the fat hill of the universe.
