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Tolbachik Volcano, Kamchatka, 2012

The world is an amazing place,

full of self-centered assholes.

“Do unto others as you would have them do unto you!”

To me, it’s fundamental, the basis of society,

and peaceful coexistence;

to most, alas,

it seems, an optional extra,

in between forgotten Birthday cards

and flatulence.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

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Vino v Vannaya

Succumb, the heart says,

to spontaneous desire;

delay future pain.

 

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Juno

I’m still in the hotel room, watching TV.

They tell me it’s the 75th Anniversary of *The Event*:

we must celebrate, commemorate our heroes,

focus (pocus), indeed

the few that are still alive.

They died for our liberty,

apparently,

albeit contradictory.

Living or dead, I *do* respect the sacrifice

of soldiers and sailors,

defying logic, following orders,

call of duty, the greater good,

hell on earth,

collective imperative

(yes, even yours).

But 75 is nothing

if 76 is not honored ten times more.

Sadly, alas, I know this will not be so.

Just as I know real heroes were treated like shit

at war’s end.

 

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Pie In Face

I’m in the hotel room,

watching TV, sound turned down.

A fat Englishman is allowing himself to be humiliated,

he’s a comedian, overly well paid,

and the spectacle, I gather,

is for charity.

So, everybody is laughing and cheering raucously,

pleased to be participating in a good cause,

self-righteously glowing.

I can tell this without hearing the English words or general TV noise,

which would only confuse and repulse me.

I can also tell that somewhere nearby, tomorrow,

in a schoolyard, a playground, a city street,

a child, or several,

will be tortured by their classmates,

pretend friends,

who right now are smirking,

inspired by this comedy show.

Charity indeed.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat