04-20-2018, 01:03 AM
White Nights in St Petersburg
White as three chicken feathers
in an annonyous envelope. Potemkin
makes his way down Nevsky Prospekt,
ring road to the Neva Bridge.
Tense, alert, he watches the surge
of flood-swollen waters. Could a coward
even jump? Suicide’s diabolical temptation,
premature death, battles his lust for power,
now jaded as his pleasures with a faded Queen.
He regards his past, his future, with
equal pain. Poland must be taken.
A one-eyed man can’t afford
to blink.
White as three chicken feathers
in an annonyous envelope. Potemkin
makes his way down Nevsky Prospekt,
ring road to the Neva Bridge.
Tense, alert, he watches the surge
of flood-swollen waters. Could a coward
even jump? Suicide’s diabolical temptation,
premature death, battles his lust for power,
now jaded as his pleasures with a faded Queen.
He regards his past, his future, with
equal pain. Poland must be taken.
A one-eyed man can’t afford
to blink.