Moscow

The doctor's clinic is grimy
like an underground toilet
in a suburb to hell.

The bitter medicine of words: we greet
politely.
You have to take of your clothes,
your skin is grey, like slaked cement.
Nom? Nationalité?
Da, da, da the doctor says,
everybody is sick!

Translation P.K Brask & Patrick Friesen
© Niels Hav