Thursday, March 2, 2017

RENUNCIATION, UKRAINE  After Tolstoy    [Stefanie Bennett]
 
 
Best forget why he’s here
And from where he came.
If his step
            Thundered
The blunt black
                      Bloodstone
Of gunfire
Amid the roses...
 
The Crimea wasn’t a parking-lot – then.
A September suburb
Pummelled by
A double
Or nothing
Sequestrator.
 
These days, eavesdroppers
Unerringly
Find him
             De-frocked;
                             Servile, and
Beating
Tell-able words
Into ploughshares;
 
Into a peace
That
Shatters.