The men all listen and Stalin is over
Stalin’s death with flowers
settles,
Bright breath and his eyes point
And the sky blasts open like a shattered glass.
Brutal, as his eyes take aim his left side is that
Facing half of death it flutters like a bird.
Then will the journals be will let you know
He flies no miles an hour and the steel sprang out
The statues lost their names.
If he went out a morning looking for it red
Then everything he saw was redly drenched
Till he was driven like a rivet
Home Christ Miserable palace and Stalin’s death
Listened for him like a gorgeous revolution.
And his eyes went down
They put him like a man into a corpse
And the sidewalk stops the people sprawl like stars upon the pavement
