The Army Elegy

To the soldier Seroyozha, whom I discharged from his post at 4 am, having introduced myself as the son of Russia's Defense Minister.

The scent of a soldier's cock is beyond comparison
Which is well known in New York Berlin and Nice
There they know all about tenderness
When taking a sniff of the crotch

Terrains of alien pillows
Stains of alien sheets
The disparity of guns' caliber
Grows in viciousness and length

I didn't have anyone except the Army
Rosy-cheeked soldiers fall out of windows
When they try to gaze at the sky
Their resilient bodies are dragged away
(And there is something farcical in it)

The intoxicating smell of the barracks and dirty feet
The creaking tenderness of several pairs of entagled combat boots
(What to do -I couldn't do otherwise anymore!)

Foreign faggots are aroused by Russian soldiers
Russian soldiers are not afraid of foreign faggots
They bravely gaze at the sky
Many of them didn't have anyone except the Army
They fall out of windows
And their young able bodies fall into foreigners' hands

They are dragged across the border
Usually to Paris Berlin New York or Nice
Smuggled by a firmly united lusty gang
Getting through customs with difficulty

(The creaking and scent alone could drive one crazy
Where it not for the tenderness
That squeezed the crotch in the final gasps
Of disparate guns
alien sheets
and pillows)