Consanguinity

The augury of him in Crimea was so That Ekaterina said she was tired of sandwiches But I did have black tea, black Latvian bread with her black Ikra near Black Sea Hundreds of kilometres from Kiev and from Moscow in Odessa where heresy breaches I beated her wings in no confinement,in no vituperation She flew flower to flower to no destination She knew I was a drinking son of pride straightaway And I apprised me that she was a drunk daughter of arrogance having me in sway At night on table when Putin came with my rassolnik And said that he had seen many earthquakes being not born a Japanese geek I felt in my bedroom her shenanigan moves A carefully preserved time capsule in grooves Rubbers burnt got her season and wheels vulcanized got his prison Dudley Castle and Kremlin cannot be friends With Timoshenkos pillaging appetites in trusses and bends Keep your red gown for the right time Ekaterina For I have eaten all meats-that of a pig, of a cow,horse and bear And eschew my emotions like a ballerina A square,a quadrilateral,a rhombus and a parallelogram are not the same when each buccaneer Vladimirs have always condescended bloody Mirs of Dagestan In the duel between Russian charlottes and Turkish harems The fishing villages of acrimony and Satan I will not count Ekaterina`s eggs for my child`s Ukrainian mother in tandems Vocabulary used Ikra-Russian caviar in poetry`s context its the black caviar or fish eggs. Rassolnik- is a traditional Russian soup made from pickled cucumbers, pearl barley, and pork or beef kidneys. A vegetarian variant of rassolnik also exists. The dish is known to have existed as far back as the 15th century, when it was called kalya