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Sport 42: 2014

when we fly we are all homeless

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when we fly we are all homeless

like the doublings of a hare
Lenin appears as a rough sleeper
aboard Sturmovik IL2

turbulence lowers me
into the cockpit

Russia was someone
he used to know
now he has traded

the workers for the
kindness of vodka

in case of an emergency
we fasten our wire hoods
and turn off all personal lighting

the plane takes us through
the mesh bones of earth

Lenin scratches the iron
stain of industry
he has come to view

the world as a horse
with the same number of stars