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The Forty Second parallel, by Robert Meskhi

 

I’ll go into exile And I’ll say, That my homeland Looks like a rubber fish – looks like a toy – from where air has been pumped out With pistons, Then fins cut around With a blunt knife, Tearing up …

Source: Read Poetry: The Forty Second parallel, by Robert Meskhi

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