SOMEHOW WE SURVIVE Somehow we survive and tenderness, frustrated, does not wither. Investigating searchlights rake our naked unprotected contours; over our heads the monolithic decalogue of fascist prohibition glowers and teeters for a catastrophic fall; boots club the peeling door. But somehow we survive severance, deprivation, loss. Patrols uncoil along the asphalt dark hissing their menace to our lives, most cruel, all our land is scarred with terror, rendered unlovely and unloveable; sundered are we and all our passionate surrender but somehow tenderness survives. By Dennis Brutus
Posted on: Fri, 04 Jul 2014 09:42:02 +0000
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