Classic Poem

impression of a passing army

This weighty machine
presses the ground down solidly;
the ground, powerfully trodden,
reacts
and raises swirls of dust
Look at this giant-weight sturdy machine
passing through the daylight;
it's a dark blue, greasy
fantastic, stubborn giant body
a gigantic group's power machine
that presses the ground down solidly
thud, thud, crash, crash
crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch.

Wherever this vicious machine goes
the landscape discolors
turns yellow,
the sun depresses in the sky
the will becomes heavily overwhelmed
thud, thud, crash, crash
one, two, one, two.

O this weight-pressing
gigantic pitch black crowd
just as a wave pushes back and comes back
through the muddied flow of heavy oil
ranks of heated gun barrels pass
innumerable tired faces pass
crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch
one, two, one, two

Under the dark oppressive sky
a heavy machine of steel passes
innumerable dilated pupils pass;
the pupils, open in the heat,
rove vainly, powerlessly
in the shadow of the yellow landscape the terror.
Becomes fatigued
exhausted
dazzled
one, two, one, two
mark time!

O these multitudinous pupils
above the road where dust hangs low
they see the sunlight of melancholy
see the white illusion, the city streets
feelings darkly incarcerated
thud, thud, crunch, crunch
crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch.

Look at the dark blue, fantastically greasy
giant-weight sturdy machine
now moving through the daylight;
wherever this vicious machine tramples
the landscape discolors
the air turns yellow
the will becomes heavily overwhelmed
thud, thud, crunch, crunch
thud, thump, crash, crash
One, two, one two.