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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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Date: 2/24/2022 8:49:00 PM
Another incredibly searing poem, textured in brutal history so relevant given the current situation in the Ukraine. Sincerest regards. Brian
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Douglas Brown
Date: 4/13/2022 1:44:00 PM
Thanks Brian. The ugly march of history repeating itself.

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