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Lightning strikes the Kremlin Wall
A baby wails at birth.
Learns survival, climbs through intrigue, hides in deceit
The infant cries
Village-pillage; innocent-ravage
Young animals on spikes
The child laughs
Love. Matrimony.
Tranquility is almost skin deep.
Loss is rage, rage is frenzied brutality.
The building blocks of Red Square bleed.
Games of torture—play in Novgorod
Bodies swim through red water
The Volkhov clogs.
Oiled frying pans and human skewers
Blood and steam and death and heat
The man laughs...
