03 January 2013

Survivor - Alicia Partnoy

From Drury.edu

Survivor
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?

2 comments:

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"