March to October, 1917

Time in the underground found

me meeting with many sorts, talk

arose with all for sport, bound to

strike gold, trying to understand

the vast brain, human pain, psyche.

Got to know a couple Communists

who still communed with God,

hid secret meetings from the Tsar

yet confessed to sins committed

for the party, claiming hate grew

in the populace due to the fate

of the hands of the rapacious few.

Rationalized blood shed for the

good of the people, commissions

taken on, these paid power brokers,

distributing bread, hope, & revenge.