I went out for a virtual walk

and found myself in an amazon store

everywhere I looked were books

bizarre, I thought this was about a book hub

my ego is playing tricks on us

I ran about like a megalomaniac

putting my hand on every book I could see

I've had my hand on dickinson frost williams

ever so reverently I tiptoed over to Russia

Anna Akhmatova

Marina Tsvetaeva

Irina Ratushinskaya

their blood words pulsing on the page

I almost didn't dare

feel the fear of repression

taste the tears of alone

an eternal fountain of example

poor poets promulgating prescience

hardship horror bating bubbling bleeding