Tuesday Poem: 1917

A hard day’s plotting gives a man a thirst.
For Lenin, it’s something dark and strong,
a Black Mac for his blackest moods.
Trotsky can’t decide: maybe an Export
maybe something brewed with ice.

“V. I. -“
“Wait on, Leon, just the dregs to go.” A pause,
the glug and swish of beer. “Aaah. That’s better.
You were saying?”

Trotsky looks up, face serious
above a thin moustache of foam. “V. I.,
why don’t we just take over?
The Tsar could never stop us. He’s
still chugging Lion Red from cans.”

It’s settled. Trotsky will inspire the workers.
Lenin will fuel the revolution
with crates of Lowenbrau
smuggled in from Zurich by sealed train.

Drink deep, Leon. Bottoms up, Vladimir Illyich.
Life will never look this simple or this clear again.

Tim says: This poem from my first collection, Boat People, seemed like either a good, or a completely inappropriate, choice after a week of revolt and revolution in Tunisia and Egypt.

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8 thoughts on “Tuesday Poem: 1917

  1. I can't help thinking the revolution might never have happened if they had all sat around drinking beer :)My son is supposed to be going to Egypt in a couple of weeks for an international computer competition. somehow I can't quite see it happening.

  2. I'm no expert on Egypt, but from what I can see, the Egyptian people would be well rid of their present rulers. The difficulty with revolutions tends to be – what comes next?

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