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The scarecrow
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let a tractor run me over
with its back wheel
let it scatter my skeleton all over the plain
let the bird map fly
a hand or a leg
a landmark or a wind vane
signs on the roof
announcing when and where
meteor-gods are going to fall
let the world learn how to cry
or to laugh
he lost his way
wandering through the stars
I would have a child
take him by the hand
while he still could do it
but
run over by a tractor that had to be discarded
wherever he came from
he was taken for a lunatic
it had gone to his head
that he could talk to the gods
so let him stay there
stuck into the ground
a landmark or a scarecrow!
Translated by Petru Iamandi
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