Abrasive concrete, and steal---cold; dismal; gray---
spreads across the so-called republics, like a blight;
despite your Red Star, God's stars constellate the night,
and God's Sun still begins and illumines each coming day.
Starward
Author's Notes/Comments:
My first "poetic" knowledge of the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics came from the great novel, Doctor Zhivago, written by the superlative Poet, Boris Pasternak; which I read just prior to my return home (and to J-Wave) from the first term of my freshman year (I read the novel on Saturday afternoon, November 20th through Tuesday afternoon, the 23rd).
