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When Yakov Yarovsky, After Too Much Vodka, Began To Run His Mouth
I do not think that they were, by then, living on
the earthly plane with us. My childhood faith, long gone,
enabled me, despite Karl Marx, to recognize
that each of them had one firm foot in Paradise.
They took great comfort from their Orthodox belief;
this brought none of us, the death squad, any relief.
Their deaths, though Comrade Lenin's dearest wish, may be---
in fact---a joyless, hollow, haunting parody
of what he hoped would crown his life as victory.
Starward-Led
