The Commercial Exchange in Petrograd


The Marketplace in Petrograd continued, unaware,

Throughout the crazy lashings of October,

And when the blood had crusted, transfers

Still occurred, so Lenin, in a whim for which

He would be famous, sealed it off,

Sent it down to Moscow overnight, to stand

Off that square called Red because it’s beautiful,

And let it run itself, messages of wealth

Becoming nutrients they needed and deserved.

While visitors from Samarkand, Aksu, and Kazan

Observed through special silvered windows,

They trafficked bright icons for a breathless wish,

As Lenin was himself to do. And tourists could

In time move easily from one grave image

To another, and not be quite above

Confusing them.


Kevin Roddy