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EN ROUTEDennis BrutusSixty packed in a truck We sat or srouched or percched or squatted Warm shoulders, hips, elbows, knees Squeezed and jostled in the predawn dark Forced into contorted postures by the chains Talking, laughing, reminiscing, telling tales Cheering each other with courageous exhortations Or stilled as the heart was clutched by grim forbodings: And suddenly the sky-rim blazing with flame and blood While from the dusk flowered the friendly faces. |
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