Friday, November 16, 2012


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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