For Marsha Z. West, Harold Rogovin,, & Grace Paley & Rhett Jones
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Love. Justice. Mishpoche. Rhode Island.
ART'S TRIUMPHLord, as I crumple in defeatUpon the waning battlefield,Amongst such wastrel souls to meetDemise without a fruitful yield--Yet here and there, so I observeMoments of triumph, few and fleetingAs there are some who hold their nerveDespite the odds which us are beating.So it was in JerusalemHaruki Murakami came,To meet civilians, and to themArt´s fictions true so to proclaim.Thus Caryl Churchill too releasedIn honest words without a feeHer breath of truth, and so appeasedThe angels of humanity.Before my little light expires,Yet in defeat, I witness this:There are some acts my soul admiresAs I slide closer toward abyss..
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