I buried the last one who was here, who sounded like you, in my backyard. He didn’t stand a chance. I punished him for not being absent. He dismantled me. And, the deep unconditional love I never reciprocated is embedded in me as lifetime guilt.
Take my garment Comrades, / That is all I can give you, for... / That is all I have / The blood stains, / Turn into banners / Bullets and bombs / And hit them hard, here, there,