when i read stalin

when i read stalin

when i read stalin i did not know
he did write as i did not read

that much at least that anyone
would care about that i know

have a paper or a

something

i know that karl wrote
and maybe vladmir

now i know he wrote

there was something behind them
and the pen drove people

to a world i never knew and know
little of other than what i hear

i’m not sure how i learn
i’m not sure i should

the shape i sure know
of what they saw
is not now

not knowing if he wrote is
where i stand

the figure of a mystery only
exposed in the future to
the most removed

those who evolved
who improved

advancing is a good thing
relativity is not just physics

and the past we do not know
haunts us in the special way
we expect to keep us slow
that stay

mixing the epoxy
that hardens and done
no change least some
sum is paid beyond
reason as it always is

as it always has been
like reading stalin