Blood-red
sick with jaundice
round moon
that seems healthy now
and human
cavity sight
that does not see
solace
enormous moon
passing through
yellow dust
like a knife
ruins and corpses
and unblinking moon-mask
that passes
along the height of its dark road
that drinks
with its gaze
the living chaos of Armenian land
blood-red and indifferent
round moon
above ruins
. . . below
ARTEM HARUTIUNIAN
Translated by Tatul Sonentz
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