Who’s learned the language
Of the Internationale?
The granma had a personnel
Crazy enough to eschew
Historic investments —
Of which there were few
Locally
Who’s learned the language
Of the Internationale?
Nobody’s crazy enough
Locally
— Nor can they be
In a way that
Obviates pathology.
The crazy are consigned, then,
To third-world iconography.
Who? What? When? How?
What for?
Act, agency, scene
And actor
Is hating something communally.
(It’s clear
To volunteers.)
Our ‘conversation’
Has volunteered
For seventeen years
Plekhanov
A priori.
Neither anticipation
Nor fulfilment
Is realistic
In dialectic
Who was ever disowned
By his Granma?

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