Vladimir Lenin... Embalmed
Sealed for eternity in a railroad car,
Lenin, peach-hued skin of the poorly embalmed,
shrugs and jerks within a rough-cut cheap woolen suit,
eats stiff-fingered from a cold bowl of Siberian pork pelmeni,
I came to abolish the village idiot, yet....
I always arrive in the Month of Magenta.
And I never materialize... only as an echo of false hope.