Читать книгу On Malice - Ken Babstock - Страница 26

A girl said I should eat. Well, am I

such a coward inside? Regarding winter,

other children bit you, you were after interests.

Inside, one knows everything, but

how does the house see? It is

totally unwindowed!

The rustling in the approach

as the wing lights climb. I distinguish

that from those without reason

so count old rivets, voltage, then fall back

into shadow. How does she know

everything to be unwindowed?

Reported at 15:04, July 4, 1978, shortly before landing at Kolpashevo.