Radio Free Russia Poem by Leo Briones

If there is such a thing as Glasnost
for fingers pecking a column left headline

or Perestroika for the beet farmer
who wakes before the rooster
and falls asleep to a vodka moon

then how can we explain
Anastasia-international.com

Svetlana:
In leather boots and hot pants.
Hair as blond as wheat, eyes as blue
as cobalt, curves like naked bronze—

only twenty grand
and she’s yours?

This all leads one
to think if Tolstoy wrote
Master and Man version 2.0

Would Vasili
save Svetlana from this
blizzard of human cupidity?