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Guernica by Picasso
Even after all these years, the women are still screaming,
fingers transmuted into sausages or sardines
that won't stop the babies from falling.
Body parts mix with those of bull and stallion:
eyes flared, hooves, horns, teeth, faces ripped in two.
The bellows of animals become human.
Second prize in the Interboard Poetry Competition, April 2003
http://www.webdelsol.com/IBPC/winningpoems4_2003.html
Also appeared in the poetry(WORM) 20
http://www.villarana.freeserve.co.uk/Worm%2020.htm
