Gun, Decay & A Month After Death | Kwame Dawes | Poetry
GUN My father wrote in sixty-one to a comrade in mind and perhaps in arms, “Harry, put a bullet through my skull if I betray the revolution.” I wanted to think it all melodrama, a kind of poetic bombastic bravado, but then I remembered the years of bloody insurrection, the CIA operatives at the […]
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GUN My father wrote in sixty-one to a comrade in mind and perhaps in arms, “Harry, put a bullet through my skull if I betray the revolution.” I wanted to think it all melodrama, a kind of poetic bombastic bravado, but then I remembered the years of bloody insurrection, the CIA operatives at the […]
