November Chill
By Roberto
Lavidez
Osip was arrested last
night.
What was he arrested
for?
What do you mean, what
for?
He was arrested for
nothing!
What do you mean,
nothing?
You cannot be arrested
for nothing.
He talks too much.
I knew he was going to
get in trouble
for talking too much.
Terrible.
He must be a terrible
man.
Osip, a terrible
man?
They arrested the man,
right?
He cannot be arrested
for nothing.
He must have been
arrested
for saying terrible things.
Like I said, he talks
too much.
But he’s a poet.
They arrested him for
being
a poet.
He must have offended
god.
What terrible things he
must
have said.
“His fingers are fat
as grubs
And the words, final
as lead weights,
fall
from his lips,
His cockroach whiskers
leer
And his boot tops
gleam.
Around him a rabble of
thin-necked
leaders
–
Fawning half-men for
him to play with…”
Excerpt from Osip
Mandelstam’s poem on Stalin (November 1933)
I knew he was going to
get in trouble
for talking too much.
Terrible.
You know what surprises
me?
What?
If Stalin actually read
his poem.
He must have. It
was about him.
Osip got his attention
alright.
What a terrible thing to
get arrested.
A poet.
©robertolavidez2012
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