Гражданская Оборона — В начале Было Слово

As drove a log, — on seven horses,
Through the eye of a needle, by distant wormy grounds.
Through hypnotics fogs, Through stray dry forests,
Through uncouth villages, behind blind and acid rains.
Through mushroom waterfalls, Through deaf bottomless fields
Through friable rock mountains, Through smelly mouths of gapers
On the duckboards, on the alarming fussy foliage
On the underpass, at blubbered pimply cheeks.

In the beginning was the word…
In the beginning! — was the word…

— All words, — a bullshit!