Henry’s Elegy For Los Pechos De Joseph Brodsky

If being so long you could not fold it
like the chinese wall
or the iron curtain,

I met akhmatova in the many molecules,
the sun looked like a jewish jewel,
her eyes were two norwegian pools,

I thought it had to be
a Beatles song coming out of
Mayakovsky’s mouth,

or might it have been a siberian creature,
a kgb lover
stuck to the side of a matchstick?

No poet can keep out the barbarians
and so like Brodsky
they come to America because America’s gullible.