the new bread lines

i look out the window

of my

Queens apartment and see a bread

line

wrapped around

the block.

people are shivering

in their worn

overcoats.

huddled

for warmth.

there's a hammer

and sickle

flag flying in the rising

sun.

so it's begun.

we're in Russia now

circa 1961.

the crazies

have won.