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Too stark, she says,

this thing we have done,

contrasting bad and good,

replacing wrong with “right”…

revolutions and intentions.

Pause, reflect,

so much lost,

a relative black hole.

Indeed, we need to ameliorate,

find appropriate red paint,

restore our fate.

… Is it possible?

Tomorrow…

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

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Follow the purple umbrella

(the color is not significant),

you’ve paid for the tour,

now enter museums of splendor,

magnificence,

historical importance,

indeed,

museums of decadence.

Look at the gold!

Look at the art!

Look at the opulence!

Look at the young prince’s carriage, how ornate, how neat,

it was pulled around the palace grounds by merino sheep.

Look at the wealth captured by the few,

adulated and celebrated by the many,

used to perpetuate the cycle,

Habsburgs, haves, and have-nots.

I sigh,

and close my eyes

Continue.

More of same.

Accoutrements of wealth and fame.

A long and twisted walk through the hallways.

But wait, what’s this?

Oh,

here in a dark corner,

is a small room with mementos from one of many wars,

understated chamber of horrors…

Indeed, how many died,

in the name of lies

and bloody war,

for the glory of empire

and emperor?

 …

 

In my cell, I have no sexual desire,

per se.

But I do dream.

One night or day, I dreamt a dream of history and fact,

real and true, but bizarre.

Vienna.

The emperor,

an energetic innovator in many ways,

has chosen not to marry,

still, he has urges,

but proudly Catholic,

he believes masturbation is a self-indulgent sin,

so he satisfies himself by raping his gardener’s daughter, daily,

and visiting a brothel, treating the women roughly,

using and abusing,

sluts and low-lifes that (he believes) they are,

scum,

cum,

scum,

deplorable,

idiotic piety and blasphemy,

blood and bruises,

internal, external,

if only he’d been considerate enough to touch himself.

Hail to the emperor,

he is a paragon of shit!

At that point, my dream becomes a fantasy:

I dream that the women of Vienna,

The Holy Roman Empire in full,

mobilize on the puny prick

and rip him to shreds.

Come the revolution!

I wake up.

Everything was as it had been.