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On my return to "Windy Gap"
All the birds of the air
Sobbed red and deep; and
The Volga roared
At the foot
Of an ice-slab shed...
I swear I saw
A bitter harvest:
Forced labour! The tragic
Slogan, "All for the front"
Swung on the skull
Of a parched star.
A voice said, "Attempt
Translation."
Rolling out
The samizat
Swag
... I did.
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Stefanie
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