everybody was working, but he
who was starring at a picture he took earlier
of a church that is standing
a few yards away from his bed
not far from the Red Square
the building survived the Soviets, the death of god
now it was pretty much like the beautiful shell
of some creature eaten alive and squirming in lemon juice
so he was thinking
when a colleague of his, a Chechen surgeon
entered his office, returning from holidays
“one month already!”
the surgeon had a
bottle of brandy
and in the office’s kitchen
they found
an old
lemon
::: ::: :::
Picture: St Nicholas church from the balcony of this bedroom in Moscow
Changes made to this poem on August 26, 2012.
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Nice to see you back - I hope that you are settling into the rhythm of your new life ok.
ReplyDeleteIt took a while to focus and re-focus my eyes to see the church through the soon to die, fall and blow away autumn leaves, which made your poem that went with it even more bitter-sweet.
Both this, and your previous blog, stimulte quite strong emotions and brought to mind the quote, "they also serve who stand and wait"
Cheery, LoisB