Hymn to Cuba in Desperate Times

Maureen Scott

Out of the holocaust
between East and West
Cuba was the only
decent tiny spark
that ever emerged.
And I have roamed
around and searched.
It is the only hope yet.
If that spark of the
marathon goes out,
we are all lost.
Teaching Brigades,
and Khruschev missiles,
they survived in
the pivot of it all.
If they do not,
God help us.
The dark ages of
ignorance are upon us.

E-mail Maureen

Panic! Poets

Panic! Art Gallery