To "Comrade" Nadezhda Krupskaya At The Death Of "Comrade" Lenin, That Bloodthirsty Little Man

There he lies, a cold stiff, wholly dead;

finally silenced the long talking mouth of that bulbous head.

How, do you think, that horse-face of yours will show sorrow?---

as gray and dismal as Soviet style, both today and tomorrow.



Starward

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Perhaps some of Lenin's mean-spiritedness can be attributed to waking up to her horse-face morning after morning, even chiller than exile in Siberia.


At least she is remembered as a brand of chocolate and as an asteroid.

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