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Comrade, this document needs to be suppressed;

it needs to vanish like a whisp of smoke

blown off by a raucous storm: it must be put

beyond the reach of all but true believers---

yes, you know who I mean, the chosen few---

those who, discretely, can be true deceivers

and who, in these strange days, know what to do.

Some doctors think this paper so distressed

Comrade Lenin that he succumbed to stroke.

I hate to think that somewhere near our land---

but well protected from our reach's powers---

the Tsarevich, the teenaged Alexei,

and that nobody, Kolya, his best friend,

spend balmy, sunny afternoons to play,

upon a well-trimmed backyard, lawn croquet:

shoeless, often shirtless, in baggy trousers

clad; sometimes socksheathed, more often barefoot.

Read on---the very worst of shocks uncovers

itself here: that these two young men are lovers,

affectionate by daylight, openly,

with starlit nights' naked intimacy.

Central Committee members must not learn

of this, much less the greater Comintern:

all of them---mark this---will misunderstand

this as one of many incompetences

(ours, and the executioners') and contend

that Lenin's Party must consist of dunces.

Starwardist