Friday, July 01, 2005

Poem - Thursday Bread

we went to GUM

to look at the shortages on display

and when there

bought some essential items

some socialist realist soap wash off the capitalist dust

some workers raw wax make the post Soviet candles

and finally half a loaf

we counted out our dollar-kopeks

and travelled back to the apartment-prison in comfort

smug with the decadence of our purchases

yet confident that the bread would last to thursday



I was back and forward to Moscow for work in the early nineties and this poem refers to the GUM of circa 1993..

GUM, Red Square - Moscow
GUM, Red Square - Moscow
GUM Moscow
GUM Moscow