.<\/p>\n
When the trempola plays,
\nSad Sarnia runs down the page,
\nBlood-stained revolution,
\nWhen freedom cried alone,
\nUnheard in the wilderness,
\nOf the damned,
\nAnd the yet unborn.<\/p>\n
What blew the bakery,
\nAlso blowed the baker’s brains,
\nBlew bread loaves to bits,
\nBlasted all warm biscuits to hell,
\nAnd the cakes,
\nI cannot describe,
\nOnly that they were all dead.<\/p>\n
The girl with no head?
\nHeld her headless doll,
\nNeither wept no more,
\nAll tears dead and lost,
\nIn streets of anguished rubble,
\nThe black corpses of cars,
\nIn jumbled oily smoke,
\nJammed in laments of violence,
\nIn that first second,
\nOf grief eternal.<\/p>\n
Today,
\nWe raise the monuments,
\nAmidst the tended graves,
\nWith speeches made,
\nThe band does play,
\nHarsh notes indeed,
\nEach bomb blasting note,
\nRiles the ears,
\nOrdering gladness,
\nFor what I do not know,
\nThe vexed poet stands afar,
\nEmpty pen in hand,
\nEmpty pages falling,
\nFrom disfigured hands,
\nWho shall remember,
\nAnd how shall they know?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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