My Stomach has Reached a Huge Size

My Stomach has Reached a Huge Size 

My stomach has reached a huge size, but nothing will be born from it
The half-life of an era is covered with indifferent ashes
People who stole air from their throats came again
These people beat the conscience out of the body and the body becomes empty (white?) 

Killed foliage underfoot turns into a bird
Crunch underfoot plays chess with violence
Christ underfoot is a crunch
Does the rain of Rainer Kunze crunch the leaves-Christ underfoot or inside?

Again people come and hammer the conscience into the body as if they are pressing on the cut of a pencil
At the same time fear and despair are driven into the open belly

Mykyta Ryzhykh

Photo: Alicia Petresc on Unsplash

Previously published in Dialogist

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