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POEM: a mis compas

a mis compas
(a memory of A16)

a stranger beside me
as the horses charged
spurred by armored pigs
batons swinging
we were against a low wall
the stranger and me
maybe a dozen others
2,000 pounds of people
10,000 pounds of horses
we slid along the wall
like swiftly moving shadows
escaping the charge
just as the teargas started

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21 January 2025
Charlottesville VA

Published in My poems Poem-A-Day 2025 Poetry Politics & Activism

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