Atop the Tomb
If you're of a certain age, you may
Remember watching ancient Kremlin
Leaders, in a line on Lenin's tomb,
Observing each May Day parade,
And you may have felt slightly
Sorry for those dying potentates,
And for the enterprise which they'd
Erected when they weren't so old.
Look now. Our leaders are like them.
They're aged and infirm, and clinging
To an enterprise which crumbles
As they stand and watch it pass.
The Union of the Soviets is no
More than a memory. The dandy
Yankee Doodle project, likewise,
Will be gone.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2022-03-11 at 02:24
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