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A poem a day to the Millennium December 7, 1999
coup de grace
for a dying Zapatista, January, 1994
- john whitehead
Lying, dying on the ground,
rival soldiers looking down,
such 'deja - vu' magic, is fate.
Such hard foreign faces,
from strange, far-flung places,
that share his unsteady estate.
Mayan-cool distinction waited,
like his race, extinction-slated,
Stepping then, the weaker, forward,
like a new world seeker shoreward,
fires the first shot.
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