Leningrad: Joseph Brodsky's poetry
was deemed a tripe of cheap pornography;
ah, that good Communist policy---
suppressive of all with which it did not agree.
But, long afterward, those Bolsheviks, when
confronted, admitted they were ignorant men;
unqualified by any means to judge,
and only carrying out an ordered grudge---
some bumbling bureaucrat's bent jealousy.
More than mere metaphor, their verbal bile---
stinking and stale---was spread thick, by the gallon,
to protect that which threatened the Workers' Paradise---
truth that exposed its instituted lies.
Nearby, statues of the damned continued to smile,
smugly in cold, carved stone: Lenin and Stalin.
Starward