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The people beat him so badly
that afterward
they could not distinguish him
from the pigs the rebels slaughtered
in the courtyard. That night,
when they had gone away
an old woman came and gathered up
some of the mess and put it in a box
to bury it. She can be seen sometimes
after dark trimming the grass around his grave.
Copyright 2021 Doug Anderson
The contrast between the poem and the incredible photograph is extraordinary!
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