from the deep forest and the black-earth provinces,
blue-eyed boys are emerging
following the smoke of the factories
and bonfires of confiscated books
melting down the cathedral bells of Kiev
and forging them into cannon
while the battleship Imperator Aleksandr
dreams its way to Tsushima
beneath the nameless constellations of an
alien hemisphere
the best part of this poem is the name.
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