Thursday, May 14, 2015

Nikolai Gogol



Nikolai Gogol

Set warm and face-down in the earth,
heart still beating, you were abandoned...
pain-twisted like a Ukrainian curved pine.
Laughter: the weight and heat of your fire:

light and darkest night... spilled ale...
rum cake.  Heaven never gets fleshed-out.

Vladimir Putin brings wild blue orchids
to your grave.  Big-gesture tsars are lost
forever in the scrawl of secretaries...
dead souls... gap-tooth nightmare grins.

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