Steven Federle

Rookie - 300 Points (1951 / Cincinnati Ohio)

Russian Tanks Gather At The Ukrainian Border - Poem by Steven Federle

armies in the night, steel
wheels scrape
the sacred earth.

Gogol once rode here, troika
flying over drifts, wind
blistering his open lips
as laughing he drew in
the Russian cold.

So many dead souls,
to be bought and sold...

fodder
for Russian tanks


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 13, 2014

Poem Edited: Friday, March 14, 2014


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