Last night
when everyone was sleeping with their broken bones
and guns below their pillows.
When everyone
was dreaming of the war
to end
and were dreaming about their adolescent daughters.
When everyone
was sobbing
in slumber
and when children's hunger caused their mothers to wake;
I killed the Spanish girl in the camp
whom
I loved!
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