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on a Tundra by
spiral domes rainbow-adorned,
a titan was born

through the frosted loins
of Mother Siberia
pushed a monk too "fast"

ill with carnal sin,
taking shovels to the brain:
who might HE disdain?

"beautified" clergy
sought a peasant point-of-view
to salt-faith renew

Gregory sought out
all hymns, clits, castes, whips, and "clists"
that communed with Christ

as Pushkin fought duels
and Tschaikovsky bred youths "Wilde:"
Greg sought Vodka cool

Peter's City oozed
such mystic opium memes
as soon woke bad dreams

first, the healing sage
cured the Winter Palace prince
with Oberon's care

then, stumbling vast streets:
our Tsar's depraved, raving muse
stalked by Duma deer

satisfying magic
human and algebraic,
he abject strayed motion

enemy clouds dropped
in police plots blotting ink
attracting Shiva's feet

and each cardinal
deposed: switched with small men
twitching brave new memes

and each strait-jacket
burst from magic! Riding clouds,
"crass above his class"

thus was dinner served:
arsenic-laced cakes gave ache
to his steel stomach

thus the nephew prince
with brave cocked pistol defrocked
the trusting warlock

but an hour later
he rose on his real hater
calling Alexandra

free to light-bathed street
he sprinting limped in death's defeat
attracting badged feet

pleading ice-blue blood,
the scions retained the scene
to kill the chlist Christ

but morning's paper
told all to Kremlin's young lord
and sword-drawn Tsar's horde

for the young pistol,
the front lines of sand-blown hell:
so fate's gavel fell

but murder's true mind
did behind new-wed princehood
and press worship hide

yet if the black monk
was in icy death-fire doused,
hell herself now roused

from sea's tiny hole
the empress' heart was like a
mother-zombie pulled

icing amity,
she Russia gave freedom's scream
mid Mars' Panzer dreams

Tsvarevitch to
hemophilia pulled, freed:
brave, still, great-born "weed"

and post Cold-War doom,
millions think at Stalin's tomb
as one query looms

Was Rasputin old
Russia's "beat" heart? death's deft-head?
peace genie wished dead?

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