Kovács András Ferenc: No man’s landscape (Senkiföldrajz in English)

adjusting to the rhythmic gasps of blue
of long-distance running trees
to the prairies whisked away
behind the gladiatorial sky’s wire-net
to the floating lute toccata
of the blind wind on the serial poles
in the victory of defeat
the inherently transient
the transiently inheritable
in the cease-fire of the word
adjusting to the spirit’s
marathon loneliness
to the sliding shadow of frontal lobes
in the muddy bogs of delusion
to the history
of fugitive backyards
to scrapyards bedecked in flags
to the war declarations of graveyards
to the deportation of stones
to the exile of the dead
adjusting to their heroic dead
in the backwaters of oblivion
in the civil wars of the cemeteries
where every stirring pebble
becomes the stele of revolution
in the no-man’s land of resolutions
in the no-man’s landscape of ideas
in the land of empty promises
in a powerful hydro-geography
along unknown littoral sectors
adjusting to the kingdom
the power and the glory
to obliterated sentinel-boxes
kennels and poultry-coops
to memorials to terminus stations
declared missing
to timetables for freedom
declared null and void
in the voluntary pulp-engines
of labyrinthine consciousness
adjusting to the involuntary
eradication of regions
in the no-man’s landscape of absolutism
the collapsed tunnels
the unexpected transformers
the merciless transcendentalists
transmutable gods and sculptures
on the same transposable pedestals
exchangeable ads and pamphlets
adjusting to the law’s
transfiguration
to the railway regulations’
ascension
hanging out of memory’s
mine-field is dangerous
hanging about is dangerous hanging the head
is recommended righteousness
generosity nessnessecityosity
in the civil defence parade
of the cockaded litter bins
behind wire-net fences
in the cease-fire of the word
to the point of breathlessness
from how many foreign triumphs
into how many familiar defeats
trees winds corpses travellers
in no man’s landscape
the inherently transient
the transiently hereditary
mute two-legged apocalypse
adjusting to it all