We collect stories about people
who were deluded, duped and betrayed.
The paper they have been written on,
the shining white smeared with alphabetic noise between
the Soviet rain and the snow that buried the pharaohs,
that paper can choke a statue,
a monument to a sexless blindfolded revolutionary
complete with a bugle and a banner it tries to disfigure.
Confused juvenile mummies roam burning skating rinks,
factories and cathedrals, oblivious to the rodents
they shelter inside and the music from the loudspeakers.


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