i plodded thru
the wet, fog-enshrouded
city streets
one night
then turned to confront
the person behind me
and it was
Lavrenti Beria (1899-1953)
levelling a submachine gun at me
he smiled without smiling
and laughed without laughing
i felt in my pockets
for something,
anything,
and found a bit
of a rubber eraser
and so...well,
here's a tip:
if you jam it tightly
and quickly enough
into the muzzle...
DB/c1998, 2014
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