Photocopy Of Guernica Poem by Michael Philips

Photocopy Of Guernica

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A photocopy of Guernica lies moaning in the desert,
less beautiful than the original but just as ugly.

In the same white envelope a newspaper clipping
with no backbone and a date constantly changing

shows a different woman holding a different baby.
The tears are the same but they recede with the tide.

She can only hold your focus for a moment
before you begin to reel in your own world,

and the scene takes on shades of comic relief
like an old joke about Jesus and Moses golfing.

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