Cleaners
August 10, 2021
translated by
Nina Kossman

The hour of hooded crows
when cleaners fly for the night
all carrion is eaten
all bones picked and all skins
farewell you unlucky trail explorers!
only a wet spot left now
where a careless black furry mole came to the surface
out of its secret passages,
a failed resident of the garden depths
waves of black wings
on a red background of the dawn
shouts of hook-nosed elders
– they were never here those creatures! we’ve never seen them before!
you make it up
to make us look bad!
mocking them brashly,
the young crows echo them,
– no, of course it wasn’t us!
Translation from the Russian