Blade and Stem

by Pavel Chichikov

There is a name I saw

Scattered in the blades of summer grass

Pecked by goslings interlaced of wing

Until it was erased

I saw the gray-black geese, the summer geese

Which plucked green stems

Beside the flooded meadow –

They feed until they fly

Who will read the name that’s scattered there

Before they feed?

Those who have been warned

And those who need

Read: Iesus Nazaraenus

Rex Iudaeorum

Which plucked can grow again,

Blade and stem