resurrection from birds’ point of view

       every face is a white mask
       are not glued to the ground
       the spring
       hermetically separates winter
       from summer
       shoulders are the wings of birds
       and those who wish to fly
       must sow their bones
       in the ground

road to cold

       the whip-cold limbs
       of the river
       snatch our legs
       press us to the stones of bridges
       leaving us to the vortex
       whirling in different languages

       after the storm
       the water presently renouncing god
       makes the broken pieces of the bridges
       its own
       in the red-less colored rays of

Hungarian-American poet and translator Gabor G. Gyukics is the author of seven books of Hungarian, English, and Bulgarian poetry, as well as eleven works of translation, including A Transparent Lion, selected poetry of Attila József, and an anthology of North American Indigenous poets in Hungarian. His latest is a hermit has no plural (Singing Bone Press, 2015).