The Curtain Falls Poem by Vera Dike

The curtain falls

We are waiting
Straightened to lines
Numb
Stoned to numbness
-Stalin in radio-
One of the great speech
that should cause major movement

The apprehension spread faster than a plaque
The night is trembling in horror
frightened of its own darkness
The storm is afraid to unleash its wrath
and the heavy clouds, suddenly
ashamed to weep
The curtain falls

We are waiting
In endless rows
for the bananas, the peaches
for the meats, the tights
for a better life, for a change
We are waiting for colours
while starting at the greyness of an iron curtain

The "others" are waiting too
straightened to lines
Smiling at the colours of liberty
Starting against execution wall
waiting for a bullet
The curtain falls
painted in bright red