by Pavel Chichikov
There is a name I saw
Scattered in the blades of summer grass
Pecked by goslings interlaced of wing
Until it was erased
I saw the gray-black geese, the summer geese
Which plucked green stems
Beside the flooded meadow –
They feed until they fly
Who will read the name that’s scattered there
Before they feed?
Those who have been warned
And those who need
Read: Iesus Nazaraenus
Rex Iudaeorum
Which plucked can grow again,
Blade and stem
