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| Dennis Vincent Brutus |
The sun on this rubble after the rain.
Bruised though we must be
some easement we require
unarguable, though we argue against desire.
Under jackboots our bones and spirits crunch
forced into sweat-tear-sodden slash
−now glow-lipped by this sudden touch :
−sun-stripped perhaps, our bones may later sing
or spell out some malignant nemesis
Sharpevilled to spearpoints for revenging
but now our pride-dumbed mouths are wide
in wordless supplication
−are grateful for the least relief from pain
−like this sun on this debris after rain.
forced into sweat-tear-sodden slash
−now glow-lipped by this sudden touch :
−sun-stripped perhaps, our bones may later sing
or spell out some malignant nemesis
Sharpevilled to spearpoints for revenging
but now our pride-dumbed mouths are wide
in wordless supplication
−are grateful for the least relief from pain
−like this sun on this debris after rain.
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