Slalom:
a guy in a crimson parka
wholly outsmarted all of Newton’s laws –
terror, a sudden crash
then a deadly fall.

Red:
in the mouths of alpine eagles.
Red is dawn but rust is even redder.
Where life grows steeped and sweeter,
where fear is the closest of fellows
sway always the bells of death.

Circles:
you cannot complete the full circle.
Go ahead, make your jump as you’re falling.
Let’s slide down with the doors wide open.
Let’s get lost, let’s burn all bridges.

Roads:
They stretch on with a song alongside them
Of lying dead and about flying,
Always clamped tight between night and dawning:
Roads are the truth. Homes are a lie!

(translated from Yiddish by Zackary Sholem Berger)