I'm going to paraphrase Thoreau here... rather than love, than money, than faith, than fame, than fairness... give me truth. (C.McC.)
Monday, January 03, 2005
Nothing to eat
She had nothing to eat.
They made a film about her
because she had nothing to eat.
Her husband
was killed in the war.
They wrote a book about
how he was killed.
Her mother and brother
were executed by the revolutionaries.
There was an opera about it.
Both her children died
(there was no hospital).
You can see the photographs
at an exhibition in London.
Then somebody wrote a poem.
Still
she had nothing to eat.
(L. M.)
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