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Archive for the month “September, 2020”

When Inessa Armand Died

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When Inessa Armand Died

H. Bradford

09/19/20


Everyone cried

When Inessa Armand died.

Robert Service said 

She kept her figure into her forties.

A woman must be notable in these ways.

A carriage carried her casket 

to Red Square.

And she was interred there,

behind red bricks.

How could Lenin know the Caucasus had not been tamed

when she was sent away for healing waters and clean air?

Who thought of cholera and conflict?

So, everyone cried when Inessa Armand died-

Still young, and pretty, and beloved,

in a world that was still revolutionary

and alive with possibility.

Untouched by purges, reaction, and Georgian diseases.

Only Cholera,

which knows no party line.

Nothing to Mourn

Nothing to Mourn (1)

Nothing to Mourn

H. Bradford

09/19/20


Today, peasants shed tears for the queen.
Gone is their voice!
Gone is their body!
Lost children of dead goddesses
Await final judgement

Find power in anger.
People aren’t property
Bodies aren’t windows
There’s nothing to mourn
When everything’s broken.

When the people rise up
Spring eats winter
The future eats the past
Queens become graves
History the judge

When struggle is magic
There’s no need for witches.
Brooms and bricks become weapons
Weapons become mortar
Minds get sharp, to build a new order

The electrified quantity
Will break the slaveholder’s contracts
And cannot be not blocked
By barricades and borders
Bargains and courts

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