poem “I am a Russian greyhound”
I am a Russian greyhound — free,
I wander along old railway tracks. Unknown to anyone.
My former body — cold and bare —
Lies at the foot of the tracks. No soul inside.
No human limbs, no arms, no legs —
On two feet I will never stand, not even in a dream.
I race along the rails with untamed paws,
With no fear of trains — they no longer exist.
My heart now beats in a canine rhythm.
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No need for thoughts that belong to humans.
No doubts, no futile plans —
Only wind, earth, wind, and the scent of decay.
I will run on four legs — fast and bold,
Leap across borders, across universes.
With wolves and foxes I will stay —
No leash, no chains to block my way.
My breath dissolves in the misty air,
Like the smells of the godless revealing themselves.
I follow their tracks, their fleeting sins —
And yet I feel no need for where they have been.
