To Those that Perestroika Killed

To Those that Perestroika Killed:

Change gain, liberalize, parallel universe of nowagain.
Western front push, pull ourselves out of caves.
Back to the breadline chants, break dance.
Blackmarket missle trade for crumbs, now they have the garbage nukes.
I forsee accidents.
Freedom costs lives, costs discipline.
A carving, the last outing- when we ate scraps of fowl in between bread.
Sliced. Bereavement leave- and the local boss.
Pockets-cold, ripped, empty, dwindle, candle outage.
The nerve endings.
The soviet Reganomics.
Playup, putoutdrown. Fork loosely held- eyes wild, wide, white.
Deteriorate. Detonate. Blow mindfolds back to expose the snarl.
Teeth unshealthed.
Unhealthy streets.
Plummet from the top of the statues.
We thaw Lenin from his case, just incase.
Inactivity in the wombs. Nailed to planks, hung like shoes around rummage spots.
Crackhouse, all outta ale. Louse riddled mattress, napping, sleeping, drift…
Into death.
Into now.
Into rebirth.
Into neveragain.
Remember me when my mother banishes me into the mountains-
And the starving animals fiend my flesh.