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Lorraine Borgolini

    GULAG

    You and I are partners
    We tap on the wall of all souls
     
    Extracting hope from threads of bare hands
    And broken hearts
     
    The grim sardonic faces of unloved men
    Exacted their loss on us
     
    Joined in purgatory  we wait.
     
    Let us speak plainly men of myth making
     
    Your fields are wastelands
    Of crops grown in dark cold minds
     
    Your minions built roads of carnage
    From Carthage to Stalingrad
     
    Your crusades will not be undone
    Leaving bones and wreckage
     
    Rudiments of hate.
     
    Be still now be quiet
    We have a story to tell
    A mocking allegory
     
    You will come to grapple with 
    Its mask of indemnity
     
    Victims stand before us row upon row
    Squandering life in demonic servitude
     
    A tacky exchange between banal beasts of prey
    And men with plain brown eyes
     
    With the body stripped of dignity
    And the mind wrenched from pride
    Reconciling that fate is inextricable
     
    The metaphor of our resistance
    A wall of extinction
     
    To whom do we appeal?
     
    The hand slaps cold
    It’s tempest a poison pill under the skin
     
    Wrestling with sirens of unrest 
    And faltering images
     
    We tangle up in our own spiritual pest
    Purging religious icons
    We called home
     
    There is a blank face on God
     
    We feel its rancorous form
    In dark corners of the room
     
    What is left to postulate?
     
    Death nips the onerous day
    In a field almost barren
     
    The beauty of its bleakness
    Sublime and so impervious
     
    Rising cascades of wild fauna
    Bring redemption of knowing life is
    A demeanor beyond one’s self
     
    We stand will transformed
    A soliloquy of transgressions
    Reckoning with reason
     
    At this moment you and I know
    The unequivocal truth
     
    That heinous acts of impious men can never restrain
    The one raw moment of need  to tap

    “What is held captive may never be confined”


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