was the way my
father ate it
like the
workers and peasants
beaten down in
the black earth fields
and coal mines
and steel mills
where the red
beets were your life blood
and you
learned what suffering was for
no mccarthy or
america first committee
could
sugar-coat or betray
that kind of
suffering
once committed
to the taste
all that was
left
was to raise
your fist
--- e b bortz
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