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Doubtist Books - Poetry - Kuzka's mother



Kuzka's mother


For a decade we fought off the wild polar bears,

And laboured by day in forty-knot winds.

For Papa we worked on the project of projects:

Three thousand Little Boys for the thin-skins.


Our acres of tents scattered over the tundra,

Insulated with vodka, we sang peasant songs;

Wondered whose sky was this we sat under,

And would this war start to thaw before long.


We planted a mushroom the size of a concept:

Seven times taller than Mount Everest.

Over Nova Zembla, for a minute or less,

There shone a second sun. To the southwest,


The sound of breaking glass: in Norway and Finland,

Children tugged at each other’s sleeves in fear,

While, some thousand kilometres east, we

Introduced Kuzka’s Mother to the mesosphere.

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