now that a million hands
have polished to a sheen
that sculpture of a dog
at station revolution square—
it’s fnally time to name the dog,
conjure a pedigree,
adorn it in fowers and fruit,
set out a cashbox for donations—
god will protect the blue line
along your subterranean path!
—and if it does not come to pass,
it simply means your donation
was included in the price
of the ride
from Letters to YakubFind more by Gleb Shulpyakov at the library
Copyright © 2014 Gleb Shulpyakov
Used with the permission of Canarium Books.