Leo Yankevich - Bukovina,1989

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The peasant man still burns his leaves which rise into Romania’s skies like smouldering stars above its eaves. With grubby hands he shields his eyes, but cannot stop the acrid tears from flowing down his ruddy cheeks. The sum and meaning of his fears are in the yellow smoke that reeks. His bale of hay receives a tine, his scrawny hound a fleshless husk, while in his sty a greedy swine wades in the slop of early dusk. Leo Yankevich poemhunter.com/poem/bukovina-1989/