The Medieval Cossack

Inspired by an Untitled piece by Evgenii Rukhin

The Medieval Cossack
Weeps for his poor soul,
As the revolution
Swallows his Бог* whole.
The Industrial Era
Has taken all his saints;
Yet the Medieval Cossack
Clings onto his faith.
He walks through a land fruitful
Singing the folksong
Of his love, which is faithful,
Eternal and lives on.
And so Medieval Cossack
Walks through the swampy woods
That cover his dear Russia
As his tears the land floods.

*God