03 January 2013

Survivor - Alicia Partnoy

From Drury.edu

I carry my rage like a dead fish,
limp and stinking in my arms.
 I press it against my breast,
whisper to it,
I don't know: is it the smell of death
 that makes them flee
 or is it the fear that my body's warmth might bring rage back to life?


Sean Jeating said...

Thinking of what happened in these years does still enrage me.

jams o donnell said...

We had Astiz in our hands. He could have met with an accident"Sorry he just fell out of the helicopter honest"