Mag #103 "I, Once A Refusenik"

a grave at the Novodevichy Cemetery, Moscow

"I, Once A Refusenik"

You can have this bloody ruby

after you pry it from my

cold dead hands

unaware of my body

my arms stiffened with rigor mortis

somewhat riddled by stray bullets

A spy at the Politburo

Phil Meghan

noticed my concrete holes

and covered them up

not really a coverup

I, Once A Refusenik

tight weave of crystalline form

always appreciated

now just needed by those in the know

by the dead heap of the night

the nameless come

unearthed the masses

underneath me

surrounding me

they desire the very thing

I hold

all of them

needing me?

no, wanting me!

so now, go ahead,

you newly dead

just take it!

Chiccoreal

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