The cold steel and gray concrete of the "Workers' Paradise,"
must, of course, have seemed more beautiful---in your fanatic eyes
than the simpler, warmer, and far more poetic joys
emerging from the rising love of two adolescent boys,
Kolya and Alexei, who sincerely loved each other;
a friendship that your Bolshevik thugs proceeded to smother
with brutal and relentless, party-minded cruelty.
Yet not quite as secret, and not as successfully
as you might have hoped: their romance has transcended above
the very stars into the fullness of the eternity
prepared for the Faithful of the churches by the God Who is Love.
J-Called