5.Tatiana Naturova At Time’s End Poem by Christos R. Tsiailis

Are you standing there with your Doberman pinscher, or is it your shadow?
Look at this back, it is not what a woman’d look like.
Spring, Autumn, the begotten reasons of my respiration,
Sweat, woman odour, hairy armpits, I am already forgotten.
I have abandoned all his thoughts; I now despise him at last,
Ivan is no longer here with me,
against me he has turned,
he
they
he
they,
who put me in despair, to be wafting at time’s end?
My surname for a mask to pretend!

I have no stand to protest,
but I will find it, turning my head one hundred and eighty degrees to face you,
I do see you clearly enough now,
behind the blurry falling of the eternal sand,
I know you hold on the lead of time with fierce jaws, dog,
I know you have that missing minute, Homo Digitalis.