Archive for the ‘Память’ Category

Natalya Guseva

My visitor from the future,

alas,

has become a ghost from the past.

Men, women, systems,

self-interest, manipulations and power plays,

what chance does our idealism ever stand?

 

(To be continued…)

       

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Yozef Mengele (Ru)

Mengele’s farm machinery,

outside decaying building,

I remember it sitting idle,

rusting into oblivion.

Like his shit-eating grin.

 

(To be continued…)

 

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Wm in Ruins, Berlin, 1945_ Yevgeny Khaldei

I watch the downfall, and I cry …

Strange,

when surely I should rejoice

at the demise

of the one who made themselves my mortal enemy,

but in their hollow eyes, I see myself.

 

(To be continued…)

 

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My sinuses were blocked, my head sore.

Amongst the dizziness and fog…

I gradually remembered Ronald Reagan asking whether I believed in reincarnation, or not, and postulating that he, in a past life, may well have been the man who invented the shield (hubristic prick!).

I rubbed my forehead, grimaced, and, yes, there I was, amongst the Hittites, for a time, bloody and forgotten.

No… Please.

Indeed, I shook my head as it dawned, sunrise, another long day ahead, hiking and sailing on the Baltic coast. My fiancée looked so dashing, in 1910.

Exposed, I sweated, nonetheless.

19… 20.

Soon, the fever would break,

and reality, hopefully,

fade away.

(To be continued…)

 

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Op Priboi Vagon

Somebody’s dream,

blissful, ethereal view.

Another’s nightmare,

living, solidly true.

(To be continued…)

 

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We were waiting (for Godot?),

so he asked me about myself,

specifically, my history.

“My history?

Well, it’s complicated and it’s dirty,

alas,

but isn’t everybody’s?”

(To be continued…)

 

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BDM

Sometimes, abject meaninglessness slaps me in the face.

Like celebrating someone else’s dream.

(To be continued…)

 

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1945. Manhattan Project_ Thin Man & Fat Man Casings

Thin Man.

Fat Man.

Dead man.

 

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Kolkhoz, Zima

Dead cows,

unnatural selection,

live long in memory.

Cats eat, caress

and breed.

The good ones, feral and bright

carefully bury their shit,

clawing even frozen ground.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Ivan Shadr, v1

Women, men,

deep and shallow,

we all want to be liked,

appreciated,

ultimately desired.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat