Angel, it seems you're unable
To feel how bones walking crack
You'd like to take pleasure in
some silhouette
You can stand beside a reader
In a public library and let him
Wallow in illusions about his soul
Something that is only half-human
Suddenly to leap on a roof or spire —
The dream of many children bores you
Angel, I know you crave potatoes
With cottage cheese and herring
You want your mother to scream at you
When you don't come home on time
Even I want this!