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Bukavu
(Poesía)
25-02-2008
by emilybrink
Bukavu
I told my three year old daughter
to look at the stars.
“Each star is an African tribe.”
There are no more empires.
Only rebels. Even you and I,
though we do nothing but exist.
The soldiers came for us
in the town square.
In...
Twelve
(Poesía)
22-02-2008
by emilybrink
Grandpa and John Wayne and the soldiers of fortune
Men who’ would say Hemingway was a fairy
Because he wrote books
Get up before dawn, run five miles and do fifty pushups
Speak the language: AWOL, MIA, Beaucoup, PAX. Shine
Your boots...
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