A Russian Lullaby


Old Molotov drinks

the fire to warm

his black hardened belly

and bottlenecked form.


He chokes on his ragged

torn twisted tongue

that flames with his rage

for the old and the young.


He spins hot and heavy

with Russian delight

as he flies through the air

as he lights up the night.


When the bottle breaks

his body will fall

and down will come everyone

flames for them all.