LENIN'S BODY

Lenin's body is a big controversy.
Today we have some really shocking
images with the body
of the creator of Leninism.

These photos are shocking to me.
I do not understand some things.

Lenin's body was embalmed and placed
on permanent exhibition.
Lenin's preserved body looks scary.
They wanted to revive him in the future.

These photos are shocking to me.
I do not understand some things.

I really do not understand
why they do not bury him now.
Maybe because they make money
from people coming to see his body.

At the Lenin Mausoleum in Moscow.
You will see later Vladimir Lenin body.

I bet Stalin is angry now
because Lenin looks so beautiful.
And from here it begins the strange part.
Lenin's tomb is a place to avoid.

At the Lenin Mausoleum in Moscow.
You will see later Vladimir Lenin body.

I guess that from time to time,
they have to take Lenins body,
undress it and wash it water
or maybe some special solution.

To preserve it well.
As you can see the Lenin's naked body.

The people which are doing this
are not wearing gloves.
His dead body could have some strange diseases.
Disgusting corpse of Lenin anyway.

To preserve it well.
As you can see the Lenin's naked body.

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BODIES

When they go down

they are just bodies

in a box. They are

bodies and nothing

else. They are not

what they were, but

bodies disappearing

into the earth. They

do not exist, but are

bodies nonetheless.

Somewhere they are.

Going down. Burying

the bodies in earth.

Who are they? Bodies

that moved. In bodies

is all that mattered

when they were. 
The bodies are sunk.

The bodies in earth.
The bodies are not us.

LOVE POEM (TO THE ONE I LOVE)

I wish that your eyes would fall out
and all your teeth blacken and your hair
would grow greasy and thin or come off
in clumps in the shower, where red swirls
the water from the blood that would puther
from your burnt, peeling scalp and your face
would turn jaundice and bloat like a corpse.
I hope you get cankers and lesions, pustules 
in your armpits and kneepits and groin.
I want you to pant, knocked sick with pain,
fall bent like a coat hanger in arthritic agony,
go bunion, go bone, a death marionette.
Then will I come and rub oils on your flesh,
kiss life to skin, raise dead and you'll thank me.

NUDES

When I surprised
a woman showering,
sorry towelling
her hair, I did not see
the full beaver
only its tail, say,
peeping through
her modest fingers,
the coyness transfigured
to a nervous smile.


Here, before the mirror,
the shame returns
in rolls of hairy flesh
that falls and folds
about the hips and ankles
like a towel, dropped
in a communal shower
at a swimming pool, say,


his body, younger,
leaner, firmer,
turned to catch it,
caught instead 
my eyes, snagged
on the tip of his prick,
erect. Flushing red,
I swear, he lingered,
showering in my gaze,
before he lifted the towel
and hid it away.