ex-mural

Coming outside and watching the scene, we see this old mural on a wall.

It screams history like a banshee and tells of its former glory days.

Its paint peels like sun-dried skin, half-fallen, half-hanging on.

Soila, d’you know Russian? What’s it say?

She says, something by Lenin,

buried under a giant sea,

buried under a giant sea,

buried under a giant sea,

buried under a giant pea.

 

The soldier looks mighty yet invisible.

Maybe ‘cos we can’t picture his robotic soul ever being in such a beautiful place like this.

All we know is that things are better than they ever were.