Cuba
they walk on broken streets
between derelict government
buildings, stress is rare but
depression is rampant in this
land surrounded by
they walk on broken streets
between derelict government
buildings, stress is rare but
depression is rampant in this
land surrounded by
a vacant sea.
a flag barricade covers the
ribbon of red words crossing
the wall of the U.S. Interests
Section in Havana.
fifty years after the Bay of Pigs,
they are frozen in time,
fin-tailed cruisers drift
down empty avenues,
followed by blank stares.
a flag barricade covers the
ribbon of red words crossing
the wall of the U.S. Interests
Section in Havana.
fifty years after the Bay of Pigs,
they are frozen in time,
fin-tailed cruisers drift
down empty avenues,
followed by blank stares.
I was quite moved by the writing in a recent article in the New York Times on Cuba. Snippets of the journalist's sentences are in this poem...very good writer. Check out the full article:
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