SUDDENLY SOVIET
suddenly one morning
woke up transformed
no old
nostalgia for
Cold War days
but fully newborn
Soviet
ready to
assume my place
as Commissar, apparatchik, or
on the sly, samizdat
publishing
poetic
dissident
that the West
would fete, and defend
and love
until
Glasnost days and
the walls all fell
at which
(so quick
to change their mighty tune)
suddenly
they
didn’t
OLD EMBASSY was sleeping in the old Soviet Embassy dreaming of you naked crashing through the wall driving a Sorbonne student, Paris Commune best May Day Parade tank a T-68 I believe, though I stand to be corrected the crumbly modernist structure recoiling under impact looking for all the world on the threshold of collapse and then we made love, parted left the bullding in swopped Che T-shirts swearing undying Comitern Pact exchanging best childhood Cold War finger on the button scary memories such as that ancient Castro Cuban missile crisis alarms blaring holding hands in fear but much secret juvenile love fascination beneath the impenetrable shelter of my school desk
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