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A POEM FOR WILLIE BEST

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A cross.The gesture,symbol,line

arms held stiff,nailed stiff,with

no sign, of what gave them strength.

The point, become a line, a cross, or

the man, and his material, driven in

the ground. If the head rolls back

and the mouth opens, screamed into

existence, there will be perhaps

only the slightest hint of movement –

a smear; no help will come. No one

will turn to that station again.

 

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