Russian poem

Птицы, Вулканы

Из трещин и дыр в стенах циклопов вокруг холма
пчелы-плотники возвращаются домой к мертвецам
со звучным маститым жужжанием,

словно дерево
птицы из серы

Секретный код, рассказывающий о бумаге-о-смерти
секретные фрагменты кода, в которых поется о муке и диете
огромным пыльным солнцем.

Когда ночная лава окаменеет, все пульсирующие
С лиственными мечтами о базальте

соловей начинает петь
в сердитом кварце дуба.

Known as Xee-PArX SHKLot FAKRK I was minding my own business s a benovalent(1) ruler over an autonomous but relevant section of the Gamma-tertia quadrant of a galaxy, when an interdimensional hackhole zapped me into this dimension, where I have to deal with 'humans' who talk about 'reptiles' and 'lizards' and they have not got the faintest clue what they are talking about. It does not sound very inclusive at all!

The identity M.H.H. Benders is a most recognised poet of his generation, a student of the universal mycelia,  Amanita Sage and party leader of the Dutch 'Woudpartij'. He wrote sixteen books, the last ones at the Kaneelfabriek (Cinnamon Factory). He is currently working on 'SHHHHHHROOM a book on mushrooms and the Microdose Bible, which is an activation plan to restore your true identity coming next year. Keep in touch! But only if we do it first.

(1) not a typo! These humans have never even SEEN the mercy of a supernova.