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.
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