ASKOLD MELNYCZUK
The Current Radio
I wanted to be
absolute and unyielding
as a butcher's tears; to learn
what was tearing
apart the world,
my heart; to understand
the spree of disasters
called History, the disappearcd,
blind marble,
widows, and flowering
wrists. What ever drovc us
up La Veleta, las m;lS
alta via in todo Europa, past
sunflowers and men
dealing honey) Seeing Coya
with the eyes
of Newark and the heart
of Bayonne, blind feet
risking a jota
ncar the casi no
by the sea where
your t3ther's tide
swept in
its rage. Owls,
b'Ypsies of thought,
brooded in so litude.
So I walked
into music, heard
the bitter lieder,
the current radio.
