Che

 

 

 Written on hearing that Che’s image is now licensed

 

 

are you so proud of death you hang around?

relax - you effortlessly hold your ground -

gunmetal glinting in the angry sun -

you brave mad sexy dissident

against the wealthy - for the people’s cause

that bullet liberates your image to the world

your fierce reveille unrelenting stare

exhorts us from the wall the coffee mug the T

will you be killed by money now?

 

we’ll grieve you in the oddest places

where fading posters flags and badges

sustain your urgency and pledges -

stay there - kick around -

 

 

if you still have time.  for cowards.

 

 

 

 

Liz Callingham

 

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