Your Bolshevik thugs maintained a vast archive
devoted to the Royal Martyrs from when they were alive.
Your Soviet union managed to survive
for sixty-nine years, and then, ignominiously, fell.
Those archives preserved a lot of facts to tell.
And what should be said of you, Ilyich---
you murderous bloodthirsty son of a bitch?
Your bloodsoaked Revolution, the darling of your toil,
has collapsed; and you, I pray, writhe in anguish in Hell,
turning on a spit (arse to mouth), and roasting at high, agonized broil.
Starward