Trip To the Black Sea
How to write about such a thing?
Stalin in his vacation train
across Ukraine to Sochi-
Eating and drinking,
full, talkative.
A smoke or two.
A nap.
And the children in the barracks
wanting only to die outside in the air,
brother clutching sister,
Sister sister.
Bread,
and then nothing.
Oysters, salmon, pork loin,
Steamed vegetables-wine.
He ate what they could not
imagine in a dream.
They dreamed of dying with the clouds.
He of wheat harvested
by skeletons.
Copyright © Douglas Brown | Year Posted 2020
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment