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Memorial Day in Moscow

The lump of rock glistens in the damp, cold city
Set on a raised plinth in Lubyanka Square.
Its very presence mocks the infamous building opposite
Shouting defiant curses at those who once ruled this land.

            Kokarev, Alexander Danilovitch, 30 years old.
            Expelled from the communal farm for being a kulak.
            Shot.  January 31st 1938.

The small knot of people starts to form and builds
By ones and twos from well before the dawn.
As the veil of night is slowly cast aside
The numbers grow, each year greater than the last.

            Kokkinaky, Grigory Georgiyevich, 50 years old.
            Member of the council of defence attorneys.
            Shot.  March 8th 1938.

This is not some grand imperious military parade
With men and machines following painted tracks
Along a broad and shuttered Moscow street.
Rather a humble, simple ceremony of quiet dignity.

            Kazantsev, Yakob Yegorovich, 33 years old.
            A father.
            Shot.  June 22nd 1938.

For now it is ordinary, everyday, decent folk
Paying their respects to honour the memory
Of vistims killed in the dark forbidding past
Long dead - but not forgotten.

            Jiganin, Ivan Georgievich, 59 years old.
            Roads and waterways employer.
            Shot.  December 31st 1937.

While waiting their turn to perform their sacred role
On this open and exposed public stage
Each is handed a candle and a slip of paper
Bearing the name of one who is not here.

            Eromenko, Grigori Mitrofanovich, 22 years old.
            Worker.
            Shot.  March 16th 1938.

Moving to the microphone they each in turn
Read out that written name and honour the memory
Of some poor citizen who didn't have a choice -
Who had no chance to argue or to plead.

            Gerassimov, Nikolai Grigorievich, 33 years old.
            PE teacher.
            Shot.  April 13th 1937.

Each year those deaths sink further in the past
Yet each year more people come to play their part.
But so vast are the numbers to be remembered and recalled
It will be many decades before all their names are spoken.

            Andrei Sergeevich, born in 1888,
            Participant of the First Russian revolution.
            Four years hard labour from Tsar Nicholas.
            Executed by firing squad.  July 1938.

Fifty million human souls were killed
To satisfy the sick, barbaric plans
Of a simple Georgian peasant named Joseph Dzhugashvili
  -  Known to the world as Stalin.

 

            

◄ When I Die

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Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh

Mon 20th Feb 2023 08:44

Hello Richard.
I've just come across your profile, and the title of this post caught my eye because of current events.

Thank you for your poem, which makes for harrowing reading in its stark statement of facts.

We in the UK smugly and complacently forget -at our peril- that during the last 70 + years, politicians within the UK government-including women-have been complicit in cosying up to murderous totalitarian regimes, in the Americas and in many other parts of the world.

To those who point accusing fingers at "Socialism", I say that word means nothing more to me than putting into practice the original, unperverted-I stress the latter 2 words- message of Jesus, and of many other such prophets.






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Jon

Mon 28th Sep 2020 18:18

Hi Richard
A harrowing account but so very well told. I've read it through a few times and something new jumps out each time.
Lots to think about here
Jon

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M.C. Newberry

Sun 3rd Sep 2017 15:35

Thoughtful and thought provoking in equal measure.
The vast Soviet (as was) Empire managed to keep such
a monumental tragedy from the wider world, with many
beyond its borders preferring to believe in the idea of
"world socialism" and dismiss whatever emerged as somehow impossible...not unlike the attitude to stories
of Hitler's death camps until the mind-numbing reality
was exposed beyond any doubt. In short, essential
decency was deceived by depravity beyond description.
Stalin and Hitler were similar in many ways but there have been numerous other corrupt abusers of their
country's higher ideals and hopes.
Pol Pot and Idi Amin are better known specimens but others have been busy across the globe. South America
has had its own share of tyrants trampling their people's
future - literally to death.

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Richard Hartley

Sat 2nd Sep 2017 21:25

Ray, Wolfgar and Keith
Your kind words overwhelm me and I'm most grateful for taking the time to express your thoughts so fully.
Please forgive me for thanking all of you in one joint message rather than individually but I am - quite frankly - humbled by your positive words.
Richard

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keith jeffries

Sat 2nd Sep 2017 20:38

Richard, thank you for this sombre expose of a dark and murderous past. Poetry must increasingly be a vehicle to speak out on issues of justice. We must not content ourselves with descriptions of nature, although they have their place in this genre, but to speak out loudly and clearly to remind the world that the horrors of the past can be so easily repeated. This magnificent poem serves a valuable purpose in achieving that end. It is also worth noting that few countries can escape such scrutiny. Thank you indeed. Keith

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raypool

Sat 2nd Sep 2017 18:25

It is hard Richard to deliver news like this when there is so much to complain about in the world, but this certainly ranks highly in terms of protest on a controlled and peaceful level. Countries have to deal with their monstrous leaders in retrospect, and this simple ceremony may serve a purpose by trickle effect as it were. Whether or not it resonates with today's leaders is another matter.
Thanks for posting.

Ray

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