POETRY
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Collapse of the Soviet Maya
startled starlings
start winging toward Starusky
& the smouldering elbows of Starik,
the old man, Lenin --
or rather toward the smouldering elbows
of Starik's ghost
(the ghost of a ghost)
Startled starlings
start heading toward
something, something --
a piece of bread on the snowcrust --
a crust in the slush --
an old star twinkling on
the lips of a sobbing
sobbing
babushka . . .
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