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starting a religion


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.

Published in Gleb Shulpyakov Poems

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