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  • The Grass *

    Abruptly roused from sleep
    Manhandled violently
    At 3am bleary-eyed and terrified
    You fight to clear your mind –
    What is happening?

    Sweet Jesus This is not real
    Heart thumping dry-mouthed
    Shallow rapid breathing
    Hallowed be thy name
    Thy will be done

    On earth as it is in heaven
    In the Courtyard now
    With my five Jesuit brothers
    Facedown in the grass
    I think This too shall pass

    I hear the stark order given by
    Lt. Guerra then rat-a-tat
    Brain and bone fragments rain
    On my face mixed with the
    Scent of dew-laden grass

    * In the early morning hours of November 16, 1989, an elite battalion of the Salvadoran Army
    entered the grounds of the Jesuit University of Central America. They had been given orders
    to kill Father Ignacio Ellacuría – an outspoken critic of the Salvadoran military dictatorship –
    and leave no witnesses behind. When the carnage was over, the soldiers had killed 6 Jesuit priests,
    as well as a housekeeper and her daughter in cold blood. The Jesuits Massacre is one of the

    most notorious crimes of El Salvador’s 12-year civil war, which left over 75,000 people dead.

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    I am reposting this poem after some editing work, to hopefully make it more immediate, compelling and vivid. Commentary re word choices et al would be much appreciated.