Comic Relief

I do not often ask myself questions,
but when I do...
so many tight lips,
so many eyes rolling over,
so many fallen ears...
so many secrets scattering to hide...

Shit! Screw the ferry strike,
I'm walking to St. Petersburg
to meet Vladimir;
I haven't seen him for a hundred years...

And for the Czar,
a message I am carrying...
"If you think that God is deaf,
pray in sign language; if you think he is dead,
contest His will!"