ussr

 

 

The ants that come to my

kitchen

 

I KILL

with the nationalistic fervor

of Stalin

 

short and quick

in Bolshevik valleys.

 

Rake their small moments

in the ordered heap.

 

Where this comes from, i'm

not sure, this extortative desire

to eliminate the opposition

 

to

 

sprinkle ant pellets

light as rose leaves,

 

call it my Holodomor. I wont pretend

not to starve them out

 

yet wonder

did they rifle my

honey nut Cheerios?

Reviews

[writing mojo]

this poem holds the oppressed strength of a thousand men on the red scared backs of explorers
whom identify with there surroundings with feelers unlike see'ers...and that's community some might say communism...either way Marx would be proud to follow these bread crumbs to your kitchen sized utopia...great piece

[Corset]

oh Dana Dana, you are something else, poor lil ants, possession is nine tenths of the law you know :) Do you know what? This makes me think of the Beatles, not the bugs like ants but the song "Back to the USSR" especially the lyrics
"Well the Ukraine girls really knock me out
They leave the west behind
And Moscow girls make me sing and shout
That Georgia's always on my my my my my my my my my mind

Oh, show me round your snow peaked
Mountain way down south
Take me to your daddy's farm
Let me hear your balalaika's ringing out
Come and keep your comrade warm
I'm back in the USSR
Hey, you don't know how lucky you are, boy
Back in the USSR
Oh, let me tell you honey "

[K. Louis]

Great piece. I love the metaphor here...quite appropriate for the times. nice contrast

[Steven]

lol.. This is so fckn good! Great writing, dana.