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
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.