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5 Poems by Mykyta Ryzhykh
Cemetery of Freedom
A lonely man made a snowman and melted, drowning in his kisses.
Fire is indistinguishable from snow. As in childhood, when a fairy tale is indistinguishable from stupidity.
It’s cold. What has world history taught us except that geniuses should be killed and shot?
Hunger to the point of nausea. Within the walls of another concentration camp. Mozart will never be born from the surviving opportunists, bandits, and beggars.
Every dog should have its own bowl of bones. A large military cemetery with bones.
Bones of snowflakes on the ridges of humble trees. I, too, was once a bird and called you air.
Winter will never end: generations may change, children may die and grow up, but everyone will still be caught in the icy trap of frozen time. This time drags on like silence and indifference stretches out with each passing day. Each day is a new wave of war and escape. But no one can escape winter.
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Аutumn shore
kitten with the silence cut off
no one hears him floundering in the water like in the stomach
no one says sweet words and the water is as merciless as time
kitten with the time cut off
a priori, I call him a boy but his true sex is unknown
a priori, I close my eyes and can’t get rid of the red color of his fur
kitten with the space cut off
death is a place where you can’t see or hear anything
death is a box of surprises with nothing in it
kitten with the body of a drowned man
the woods open, the fall screams
and all the corpses are silent
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Too
The right rain falls from the left corner of the sky, and all equations are solved by water.
Oh, my God, and this rain, it’s yours too. It has a name.
I will call today’s downpour by the name of my beloved and snip the moonflowers from your chin.
You will not touch me with your hand:
You dare not contradict me, or I will cease to believe in you and
You will disappear.
The rain washes away Babylon’s names, and my time floats away.
I will disappear too.
The flowers don’t have a name since no one but me knows about them.
I have no language cuz I speak to no one in this forest except the dead.
Hey, you’re nobody. Answer it. I’m waiting till the
End of time like a stone that can withstand anything.
Like the rock we were all born with.
Wash my cheeks. There are freckles growing there.
This rain is for my cheeks. These tears are for no one.
I’m rain, too.
This rain will disappear.
From the god’s right hand, the left rain falls. The sleeves are moldy.
I’m teaching God’s hands not to pour water. I’m teaching my hands to sleep.
I’m a teacher, and I’m learning to sleep. I teach water to sleep like dead palms.
I teach god’s hands. I teach from god’s hands. I teach my hands.
I’m learning to teach. My freckles are gone. I still have an outstanding loan on my life.
And from the left hand shall be bread, and from the right hand shall be the crucifixion of the tree.
My hands are full of leaves. What’s my name? It has a name, it’s yours
Too…
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Ban
ban death and stray dogs in all their forms and guises
ban refugees in the name and votes of congress
ban high social spending and low wages
ban changing the constitution and the president
ban drinking vodka and smoking tobacco: possibly on holidays:
ban all holidays, including birthdays
ban mortgages and loans
ban such short nights and long days
ban short meetings and long farewells
ban flags, clouds, and flagpoles
ban birds from singing and water from getting feet wet
allow sleep
allow military exercises
allow going to the toilet
ban stray birds in the air
ban living and dying, allow only one of two things
force everyone to make hair for snowmen and wait for the eternal lonely spring
first published in “The Crawfish”
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Water
there is no freedom: there is a path to liberation
otherwise where does the river get so much false water
in the depths of this bottomless channel our bodies
will be found mute and breathless
everyone will think that we drowned in love as a couple
but we drowned in loneliness as a couple
freedom choosing to die freedom from traffic rules gravity and silence
silence kills more often than intentional car accidents
this life has brought no one more than a loan
that’s why water also stands alone and breathless mute-mode mad-ness
local birds don’t know what to sing anymore
first published in “The Crawfish”
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