Heat (Poetry)
In the brunt of the heat
Would have been being made for soil sowing
Breaking
blacksmith in the same rhythm
Fishes of fluttering, fisheries
For the tone of a hot fall in the furnace
the only blacksmith in the village
And alone in the house
Full iron of village
Descending heat, from the third time of the night
The threat of his cube started
As well as a blow breath
The whole village listens to threatening, wakes up from sleep
Where does the sleep anyway in despair
People get up and befigned, reaching their own iron
furnace with burning coals
The fertile womb of the earth rises
In the red light of the furnace
face shines like angel
The cube gets up and with the strength of a thousand horses
Scatter
Red -old stars of wires
Cooking iron with sweat
Shiver like earth
For example, milk descends in them for seeds
This crowd is in the fields
On the same furnace
In the first time on the earth
Salute to the falls while descending the seeds