Helluva city windows burst split
Into the tiny, light-sucking bits.
Rusty demons, cars jerk and jeer,
Their honks blast into my ear.
And there, under a sign where herrings from Kerch -
A busted old chap for glasses searched
And wept when in the evening storm
Tram’s pupils hurriedly perched.
And in skyscrapers’ holes where the ore burned
And the iron trains heaped -
An aeroplane wailed and dipped
Where the wounded Sun’s eye leaked.
And lastly – having folded lamp blankets -
Night's f…ked, obsene and drunk,
While somewhere behind the sunny shacks
Useless, flaccid Moon dragged.
1913/2018
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Vladimir Mayakovsky - Hell of a City
© Copyright: Виктор Постников, 2018
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