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Catalonia Moment

The Catalonia Moment

Dust clipped the goat hooves, as they dragged and they dragged.

The boy curled, charged a wrist wrapped in red.

Someone was brewing him and broiling him for flavour.

The Militia rattled in like bullets to a chamber.

Carts dredge through Barcelona catalytic street by street.

As dust clips the goat hooves, when they drag and they drag.

Catalan to Catalonia; a shout and a nation and boy.

Perennial shadow, kid revolt.

Someone was brewing them and broiling them for flavour.

Fist wound, war bound. Some mental little moan and off with

His father’s revolver, just as he’d been shown.

Dust clipped the goat hooves, as they dragged and they dragged.

Boy holds gun. One Catalan plan. Passion, volume, victory.

One gunshot in a right revolution. Red bullet politic.

The dust clipped the goat hooves as they dragged and they dragged.

Someone was brewing him, and broiling him for flavour.

: 07 Dec 2009 14:15 |  Tags: Poetry |  Comments (0) |  Close comments |  Report a problem