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R____ really are such tramps
no history as such just camps
The worst betrayal of humanity /humility
runs deep in their shit show
'Kay'go it tthis time
she got it it's the worst of the beleaguered west
its wheat fields galore
the bounding narrow place where they live Bodhisattva
their novelists are suspect
No need to mention the current despot
in the long line of mad truants, kings and other lovers of their people
The place nor its nearby neighbours
the sky was patchy blue the air a sweet swallow of breath
Not a semblance of democracy or love
mere kindness in a gulag's not welcome
lets say Mr S
that summer in Trieste was very warm we gathered nightly late
1999 passing ideas over the table bread crumbs carried us
All hatred and spite the real Underground Man
. The one D wrote about-before an after
10 years of prison 5 in the army the other 5 in the worst of places
A bilious rancorous god seeker
That Slavic rage so pruned for selection
I see neither crime nor punishment in it
he said
the Gulag nothing sentimental that
destiny Mr S Mr D that density
the millions dead starved both
And both
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No destiny left there Mr P
No destination except death
trains and trains and more east west north west east an south
rumbling rowling loud lumbering death
death with no dominion world wide
mr T and any other Misters
Their collective misdeeds defy description
No wonder they are so paranoid
Not unlike their close double Misses A and M Mt T
and as for Mr G he started the whole shebang so they say this side of the river
but we sing the body electric and our leaves grown in the middle
no one gangster thingamahjig up in the ever receding sky
so so no no we say to it
oui oui to this other growing unknown to a future we're building here an there
at least for now
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