Mock Execution [Today's News Poem, August 17, 2012]
You have nothing
I couldn't take;
And when you sing,
Nothing's safe or just:
Virgin Mary, cunt of God
Must fuck you over
Exactly like a man.
Dostoevsky knew the chances
Of execution's double glances.
Snowmen staked into the ground,
Czarist coils bound
To trees in winter--an upbringing
Of snow precautions:
'This is life,' he must have said
Before he bled beyond the ice.
Bring that little Jesus death
And death again; without the fear
Of death and death again
There's nothing left to fear.
My teenage brother yanked me off my chair
Tore my bib and brought the knife down near my neck
To slash and stab again in jest.
A game of fear to him.
But I have died and died again
And now I am invincible
And cannot fear, nor trust.
And if I love, I love the thrust.
"A Moscow judge handed down stiff prison sentences of two years on Friday afternoon for three young women who staged a protest against Vladimir V. Putin in the Cathedral of Christ the Savior last February and whose jailing and trial on hooliganism charges have generated worldwide criticism of constraints on political speech in Russia."
- DAVID M. HERSZENHORN, The New York Times, Published: August 17, 2012
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