Astute composer, shrewd choreographer
of sounds and tones, with not one note astray:
Soviet Russia's most exquisite philosopher---
your irridescent music triumphantly transcends the fray
the persecution you were forced to endure:
the oastless, futureless, omnipresent despair
depicted in old Krupskaya's horsefaced glare,
and Bolshevik steel---cold in the dawn of another dismal day.
Starward
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