New words spring up you know
said the mistress
in the cracks between the old
make sure
to take your prospects with you
she recollected
but not which
we longed for perestroika
and crossed the bridge
beside the Saviour on Spilled Blood
fish lay rotting in glasnost
if only a shadow would pass by
a kiss
mercy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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