Soviet Dance Craze

Come here,

look out the window.

Watch your step!

Sorry about
the shattered glass,
the splintered wood;
I've been too busy trying

to stay awake.

You know how long
the nights can be, when

the desperate,

the needy,

the restless

invade our homes, like
a swarm
of charred ants.

Every day, I starve
a little more, die
a
little
quicker.

Now tell me, what do you see?

(A Nietzsche chick, hips swaying to
the beat of a thousand
H-bombs;

A smoldering facade, thick plumes
of smoke snaking into
the bloody skies)

Month after month, it has
been like this; we all knew it
was coming. We just didn't know

when.

Look there, what is that across--

(Our fate was sealed with
a radioactive kiss;

our bodies were baptized in the
waters of arrogance;

our bread and wine
was the stuff of lies)

--the street? Oh, never mind.
It's just

a pile

of corpses.

What?
(How can you be so callous!?)
Dead is dead, young lady. No use in
crying.

Remember that.

Though, in all
my eighty years of life,
I never thought
it'd end like this.

(A flash,

a bang,

a wail)