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This, with a face
like a mashed blood orange
that suddenly

would get eyes
and look up and scream
War! War!

clutching her
thick, ragged coat
a piece of hat

broken shoes
War! War!
stumbling for dread

at the young men
who with their gun-butts
shove her

sprawling—
a note
at the foot of the page.


Submitted by Bob

Added: 5 May 2003 | Last Read: 5 Sep 2008 3:49 PM | Viewed: 4473 times

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