Ode to a dead comrade
Here,
near a mount of fresh earth,
this star
born of a peasant
woman,
a visionary,
that fought human made chains,
is now boxed
lifeless,
Everywhere,
round his solitary confinement
are tears and sniffles,
Muffled words recount this dead comrade’s great deeds,
of how he fought
and lived through
reigns of terror and
black-pitched moments, Read more


