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Jeff Alan - April Again
Tom Daley - Plume [After Is ...
Nicelle Davis - The Night Ci ...
Michael Diebert - Seniors
Daniela Elza and Al Rempel - ...
Janice Moore Fuller - Visita ...
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Veronica Golos - Snow in Apr ...
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The Pedestal Magazine > Archives > THE POLITICAL ANTHOLOGY > Poetry >Paul Catafago - Memory Failure (for Ronald Reagan)
| I can not remember what was the name of the boy, the boy who lost his legs, his arms, his mother, his father, and alas his own life because of you... I can not remember what country he was from even, if he was from Nicaragua, or Honduras, or El Salavador, or Grenada, Iran or Iraq... I can not remember what was the name of the boy who lost his life because of you, buried in an unmarked grave, amidst other poor victims of your wars, nameless and forgotten by the world, because you made his life worthless. The truth is the boy did count, as did his sister, and his parents, and his friends and countrymen, the boy did count and still does. I can not remember what made the world believe your lies, what made the world accept this bloody new world order that you orchestrated. In the end, you were buried as you had wished, buried as though you were a hero, buried as though you were a prophet, buried as the sun set over a mountain far away from Managua, from Baghdad, from San Salavador and Tehran, far away from the victims you continue to make even though you have gone. In the end even your departure was a lie, your life of lies celebrated only by other liars. I can not remember what was the name of the boy, the boy whose life meant so much more than yours. I can not remember. |
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