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Thank you kindly for getting: Thank you kindly for getting back to me. This is much appreciated, more than can be put to words. .

I didn’t know..: I didn't know saiom had passed away. I'm sorry to hear that.

Though it’s true those who stole..: Though it's true those who stole a continent from Native Americans  Were Europeans who were white In no way am I saying what was done is right But if you suffer from incontinence  European half the night It's also true your bedsheets may no longer stay so white!      

So I could appreciate your: So I could appreciate your emotionally cataclysmic poem better, I looked up a translation of the "Hymn Of The Bolshevik Party" and I would encourage other readers to the same to get a sense of the ferocious arrogance behind the atrocity and the farcical triumphalism of those words against the backdrop of the story. A brilliant strategy!   The parallels to our current trajectory of events is unsettling, and you make it even more palpable by the clever insertion of topical references. But these modern soundbites are not anachronisms, but absolutely believable, and in one case historically accurate to the 1930's when Hitler, on occasion, used the phrase "make Germany great again".       You also understand the potency of writing in the vernacular of the speaker in order to provide the necessary realism in a heart-pummeling drama. With knockout skill, you wove a credible voice and current struggles into an historical frame, and then, striking hard with images and superior style, you unveiled, stanza by riveting stanza, the end game of frenzied nationalism turned into collective hate: state-sanctioned murder. A cleansing that rationalizes any possible crime against humanity.   While this superb drama, as rich, haunting and laudable as anything composed by the great anti-Soviet poet Joseph Brodsky, cracks open the heart, the real compensation awaits the reader at the end. You saved something astoundingly poignant for last, something almost ironically elegant in its composition, and yet it scorches the landscape of our consciousness like a blowtorch.   I tell you honestly: anyone who truly reads this, with an open mind and heart, will be able to move on to the next post and quickly forget it. Certainly, it will stay with me for a long time.  

I applaud this response, in: I applaud this response, in your excellent style, to old man Larkin's poem.

Thank you Patricia, for the: Thank you Patricia, for the kind words, your time and visit to my writings, and your poetic support.  You ain't bad yourself, ya know?  :)