their poems are elegant
beautiful
universal
mine clunky
stumbling
those poems for allende
for hebron
for the wars between love and cruelty
these poems which circle like vultures
around a dead certainty
i have not traveled to see
the shrinking green
on the hills of jerusalem
i will not fight
but stay
immortal to my death
eating chocolate
thinking of sorrow
dreading cold
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