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Book Review for Gog and Magog:

Subterranean Blue Poetry

Volume V Issue VI


VITEBSK, SOMETIME IN 1941

by Ciaran O'Driscoll


It was my wedding day: I remember the

neck of a beer bottle sticking out of my

coat pocket, and someone joking, ‘You’re

armed well.’


And we thought it was a joke

until the major’s wife came in.

We saw that she was crying, and believed

it then.


In Belarus, we have a good memory

for things like that: not far from here,

a village was burned with everyone in

it,


and there’s a copper bell

on the site of every house

that tinkles in the wind,

reminding us.




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