My history as
a series of Stalinesques manouvers
from this side of the Urals
to that
standing in the rain
looking at his iron face at a shop window
huddled in my Gestapo coat
was my rude introduction
to uncle Joe
to be repeated
with a difference
over the rolling hills of England,
through the lakesides of the Baltic,
and along the banks of the Rhein
Thursday, 12 July 2007
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