Strangulation
The war has sped up time, but, otherwise,
It hasn't altered things. The troops,
By thousands, file east, toward Poland,
Into Norway, and southeastward to
Bulgaria. They're being flown up to Alaska.
Everywhere the noose they feared grows
Tighter as the emperor and all his
Viceroys broadcast threats. It's clear
To anyone who isn't poisoned by
The propaganda: all the claims
The Russians made turn out
To have been right.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2022-03-28 at 23:38
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