Runes Of Moscow Poem by Pierre Rausch

Quota: A person that is extra friendly
Quota: General Patton tribute
The hunchbank recreation
You don't exist
Propped between garden and water
The opening of the tree lock
That the water lies enter
The bell inkling
Until the park birds, he came away
Like green water he sat
And the mister they call
The truant boy from town
Early out of sound
Running when he listened
These Andes called the Caucasus Mountains
These Andes thought the Caucasus Mountains
These Andes called the Caucasus mountain
It’s the runes of Moscow
That friendship will last
Past lake and rockery
When he shook his paper
Hunchbank sit-down
Through the loud zoo of willow grove
Dodging the park keeper
With his stick that picked up
And the old dog sleeper
Alone between nurse and eater
While the boys among willow
Made the tigers jump out of their pillow
To roar on the rockery stones
And the groves were blue
Made day
Straight
A woman figure
Straight and tall from crooked bone
That she might stand in night
The lock and chain
All night in the unmade park
After the railings and shrubberies
The birds the grass the trees
After the boys innocent as strawberry
Had followed the hunchbank
To his kennel in the dark
It’s the runes of Moscow
Friendship that lasts