a study toward sonnet #1,359 by FisherKingKQJ
Old comrade, now we shuffle past a priest
In golden vestments, give my hand a squeeze,
Confirm me live, as free of gangrene freeze-
She's dead, I'm dozey, weak, reduced to beast.
Heartbroken, I'm denied life's nicest feast,
The deep set eyes which dared put me at ease,
The pointy chin and plane nose drawn to please,
The loving heart for others, hateful least.
She abstained from Bolshevik dissembling,
At night she uttered quiet, impassioned prayer
For me, her god, Soso, her tight lips trembling,
I could show her and our young child more care.
The Tsar's police would track me as I'd roam,
She'd wait or weep, in our old hovel home.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 roam
o $10,000,000 travel
o $10,000,000 wander
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