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by Lydia Flores

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Blood                                      Body

Spilled                                                 Made

Stroked                                    Flat Still          

Out                                          Hanged

Onto                                        Grief Reset

Oil                                           funeral done over

On canvas                               And we are the ones

Make                                       Who have to   

Art                                           Forgive this

Of all                                       New eulogy

Our                                          Written by brush

lesions                                     because—

This                                         Feel that

Pain                                         some how

Shut up                                                It’s an

into                                          American image

Globs                                      While we are

For your                                  Still feeling                 

Contour                                   And weeping 

Line of                                     From our American wound 

Free