Gone To Nowhere Poem by Vic Postnikov

Gone to nowhere - you and me -
Gone to holes - all the seas!
Owners of a few bucks ripped -
Can't afford an ocean trip!

Poverty perennial bust!
Again summers feel like a dusty crust!
Our seas turned shallow:
Our summers - others swallowed!

Fat cats burst - fat their 'gloss' -
Eat not only fat but thought -
Ours - in poems, songs, and vaults -
Cannibals from Parisian halls!

Feast on us, feast for free -
You, moron, rinse your mouth
With our immortal masterpiece!
Be forever cursed for this

Shame: my hand to render
While my five fingers itch -
Across your face - for you to remember -
Here is my signature stitch!

- Marina Tsvetaeva,1932 - 1935

Trans. Vic Postnikov,2011