-I-
I listen to you, sir,
spewing off your isms like so
many
holy stones,
so many
gems
to an audience so
willing to cherish
every…thing
you have to
give,
and
I wish I, too, could have such
an appreciative audience
whenever I blurt out
my
doubts
and apologies,
for they are all that I could give.
-II-
"Stalin lives on!"
My communist friend said. –
And a certain Old Lion too, I thought.
Sly
as a fox,
haggard as a hillock
in the midst
of a dying city,
his isms long considered more cherished than life,
our life,
more precious than freedom,
our freedom,
and far more costly than justice –
the one we will have to die for in droves,
one day.
For neither I nor my friend could ever have
such a receptive audience,
for our what we have to say.
And while communist friend
can offer
certainties,
I only have
doubts.
January 1999