Poetic Injustice:
It was a poem about Stalin that led to his first arrest in 1934:
Our lives no longer feel ground under them.
At ten paces you can't hear our words.
But wherever there's a snatch of talk
it turns to the Kremlin mountaineer,
the ten thick worms his fingers,
his words like measures of weight,
the huge laughing cockroaches on his top lip,
the glitter of his boot-rims.
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