RasputinA Poem by David Lewis PagetThe
Tsarevitch lay moaning, He
was dying in his bed, The
bleeding wouldn’t stop, It
turned the little fellow’s head, When
somewhere through the darkness Where
a peasant dared not roam, A
bearded monk came lumbering in And
headed for the throne! He
had some mystic power, this monk, Worked
miracles, somehow, And
Alexandra wept to see Her
son, so peaceful now, The
Tsar was more than overwhelmed, Invited
him to court, This
Grigori Yefimovich, The
healer they had sought! Each
time the haemophilia Brought
young Alexis low, Rasputin,
by his bedside Would
appear to stem the flow, They
saw him as a holy man, The
women, hypnotised, They
met with him in secret, Raised
their skirts, and spread their thighs. He
revelled in the scandals And
he bragged of them in court, And
even Alexandra Was
the subject of his sport, The
Tsar went off to fight the war And
left them all behind, Rasputin
with his mistresses; They
say that love is blind! The
nobles, they all hated him His
fame, and loving arts, They
needed to be rid of him, Black
murder in their hearts, Prince
Yusupov invited him To
visit at his home, Then
fed him poisoned cakes and wine, And
left him there alone! The
poison didn’t seem to take, The
monk was quite immune, The
plotters there had panicked When
they came back in the room, The
prince took his revolver And
he aimed it at his heart, Rasputin
fell back dead - or so they thought; It
was a start! He
lay across the table as The
wine spilt on the floor, Prince
Yusupov bent over him, He
didn’t seem to stir; But
then Rasputin lunged at him And
grabbed him by the throat, And
Yusupov cried out: ‘Will no-one Free
me from this oaf?’ Rasputin
staggered to the door, Another
shot rang out, Purishkevich
had waited ‘Til
he heard the prince’s shout, They
rolled him in a sheet, and then They
heard Rasputin groan, As
they dropped him through the ice Into
the Neva, where he drowned! He
was buried at the palace On
the orders of the Tsar, But
the revolution came, And
saw Rasputin disinterred, When
they tried to burn the body They
were shocked to see him writhe, Try
to sit up in the flames… As
if Rasputin was alive! David Lewis Paget © 2012 David Lewis PagetFeatured Review
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