One of those

I will walk through Russian tundra
naked, shaved, profoundly caved.
I will bathe in snow till sundown
with my hand
on my chest.
I will burn in frost and crystal
proud, and unsaved.
And feel the needles in my eyes,
the icy scourge
for their stare.
I will march in a drunken rhythm,
lay on cliffs like sunken vessels.
An easy prey,
a lack of wisdom,
one head too thick to learn the lessons.

2 thoughts on “One of those

  1. So great! I love this poem.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thank you so much. Your compliments mean a lot to me.

      Liked by 1 person

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