Quick to St Rita’s cold creaking pews
where throats were blessed
No rainbow’s bones caught
but walking reverie punished
with Alocoque’s Sacre Coeur
smothers communards’ ashes
27 May 1871
Ate Pollux, forty francs for his trunk,
rats from 60 centimes
bread adulterated, catacombs’ milled
bone meal commons ate,
where Sacre Coeur
raised up Commune began
Eugene Varlin, bookbinder
union organizer shot twice
Twenty to thirty thousand died thus
De Goncourt observes
solution brutal but next revolution
deferred a generation
Here beginning returned to,
only memory can go forward.
Jan 21, 2018
Jan 21, 2018 at 1:45 PM UTC
Quick to St Rita’s cold creaking pews
where throats were blessed
No rainbow’s bones caught
but walking reverie punished
with Alocoque’s Sacre Coeur
smothers communards’ ashes
27 May 1871
Ate Pollux, forty francs for his trunk,
rats from 60 centimes
bread adulterated, catacombs’ milled
bone meal commons ate,
where Sacre Coeur
raised up Commune began
Eugene Varlin, bookbinder
union organizer shot twice
Twenty to thirty thousand died thus
De Goncourt observes
solution brutal but next revolution
deferred a generation
Here beginning returned to,
only memory can go forward.
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