Commune Of Russia. Poem by Markelov Vladimir

Country log hut
Has made itself comfortable
upon a warm belly
of the pregnant mother-ground.
Walls –
a snow-white shirt.
Plain underclothes -
are fragrant lime-boards,
covered by white porcelain clay.
Round eyes-windows:
Surprised, little bit naive.
Unsophisticated, yellow
Straw-cap on a head.
Full log hut of sturdy youngsters.
Cheerful laughter;
Pacification.
Wisdom and calm
faces of inhabitants.
Alarm clock - the Sun,
night-lamp - the Moon.

The Monster, Moloch...
Reinforced concrete boots;
Thick-legs Colossus.
Walls – the bulletproof
kevlar’ hauberk-vest.
Mirror-visor
covers half-face..
No eyes...
Flat roof,
coated with tar;
From above - a tiled helmet.
Aggression, alertness …
Commune of robots.
All are registered in one house,
are working together;
Are divided by a plastic partition;
incompatible systems...
Synthetic voice out of i-pod:
« Get up, the rabble! .. »;
Synthetic noodles from the “hobo-package”.
Urgent mastication.
Metal-ceramic artificial dentures.
And, have’nt crossed –
Into a case of the lift, downwards,
hastily having trusted
the iron cable and electricity.
Children from test tubes;
silicone test tubes;
Silicone in breasts;
Breasts at posters;
Posters - above a toilet bowl.
Wow! The golden loo!
Rublevka, Malakhovka, Gorky-The-Two...
In the heart of the garden sits
The old man on a bench.
Once I had already seen these eyes...
Has recollected! - summer of twenty third!
Hi, Vladimir Ilyich! ..
Can’t sleep? ! ..


(Rublevka, Malakhovka, Gorky-The-Two: Today - prestigious country settlements near to Moscow, some time before: vacation spot of the Kremlin' elite and V.I.Lenin)