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[for Alexei Romanov and Kolya Derevenko,

whose souls are now with the risen Christ]

Kolya and Alexei stand, closely together,

in a field summer-thick with wildflowers---

where the boys have taken their shoes and socks

and frolic barefoot for hours

in this unusually sultry weather,

where neither shards of glass or sharp edges of rocks

inflict, on their grass-stained soles, injury.

And the so-called locomotive of History,

pulling the heavy weight of Red Terrors,

passes them by, with no cognizance of them still---

two boys who love each other, whom the Partiya Lenina

seeks, relentlessly, to kill.

Partiya Lenina:  Red Terrors' grim and brutal efficiency

still fails to detect Kolya and Alexei,

and their romance (with its nightly intimacy).

The Party knows that the "Workers' Paradise"

is a pipe dreamer's opiate, a web of tangled, often conflicted, lies:

and the persons whom they victimize

are shot against bloodstreaked stone walls or starve behind bars,

or are dropped (followed by grenades) into abandoned mine pits

to satisfy Comrade Lenin's bloodthirsty snits.

Meanwhile, Alexei and Kolya, these beautiful boys,

bestow upon each other the gift of Homosexual joys;

and, ankle deep in that blooming profusion,

they share, every few moments, the wordless bliss

of a slow, open-mouthed, and (most likely) very wet kiss.

Barefoot, clad in peasants' tunics and baggy trousers,

Alexei and Kolya are protected from the Soviet, abusive, powers---

which the very beauty and poetry that is their buoyant love

rises triumphantly above,

and ascends into the sky constellated with stars.

Starwardist