Sunday, January 30, 2011

poem: forest

if you went to get shot

a man with a gun that would not fire

a farmer

a barber who shared the barbershop

a soldier from Germany or Italy or France or America

in Barcelona

a boy or girl marching

starving the front

in Madrid

the fascist generals far away

GM tanks ready to fire

if you held out for years

what memory

when you fell

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