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Sigitas Parulskis, from Six Lithuanian Poets

The Genesis of Teeth

Father, like God, comes
through the fields, let's shoe
the earth, Son, he says

We shod and shod,
blood flowed, we wiped sweat
we sowed beans

A tree grew and grew
wooden, Oh and on that tree
sat Mother

Father plucked Mother
from the tree and
lifted me up

The earth rose
angry, it kicked the son
and the tree broke

Father like God shouts
the tree has fallen down, Mother
swaddles the tree

Mother went and went away
Father dragged the tree away
through the empty fields

I sit on the horse-shoe stump
my teeth fall out
I'll plant my teeth