Song of Mayakovsky’s Dogs
by Vanessa Vie
Seasons seasons poet-seasons
Sea daughters sea sons
People roaming the streets in a cold
I miss the Revolution bare vast bleak
Poesy come! kill my citizenship
Look at all those dogs
I wish they were Mayakovsky’s dogs!
I wish to contribute to the government of Thel
— God’s bell
Dong ding dong ding dong
Independent Lamb — Invisible Hand
Freedom Oh Freedom.