Save Russia

How much should he remember?
The drowsy legacy of his uncle’s drinking?
All the blanks he had to fill in
For a New York history class,
Choices that never again
Came in fives,
Math that gave and took
Away numbers daily,
A catechism that explained
Everything useless
For a job or a parents’ fights,
Pledging allegiance
On a school playground,
The pulse of a young boy’s heart
Beating to the drum
Of a man’s rage
For innocence lost
Too soon by older guides
In their Roman collars
Mumbling prayers of hope
To “Save Russia”?


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