Ism(Poem)

The Gulags showed
what comes out
from the red barrel.

The bleached bones
of the blue indigo of Bengal
showed
what comes out
from the benevolence of the butcher,
baker and brewer.

Kulaks told
how poor
and penniless the
Siberian tigers were.

Ryots told
how sad
and sorrowful
the crocodiles were.

One left the heads
to horoscope
without overcoat.

One left the legs
to the thorns
without a seditious sole.


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