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I ask you, Flapper, did you pause your dance

even if just for a passing moment just to be sad

to learn of that final, fatal circumstance---

the murder of Metropolitan Benjamin of Petrograd?

And what of you, Comrade Lenin?  (Of course

we will ask you, Commisar of the balding, bulbous head);

and you, Krupskaya, with that face of a horse:

did both of you rejpoice that the martryed bishop was dead?

You, Comrade, lay in a most ornate tomb;

while the martryed bishop has only a cenotaph.

But God and History will judge:  do not presume

that the vanguard Party will survive to a last laugh.

Lenin, you incestuous churl, who ravished and ravaged the Motherland;

are you ready, Comrade, with the explanation that Christ will demand?

Starward

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