FIDEL CASTRO'S ONLY SON
Something nice had held my hand.
Perhaps a tropical thing or some
ground-crawling creeper. I didn't
know but I was transfixed. Fireworks
went off overhead; one or another of
those endless American holidays.
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Elian Gonzalez, for those who remember,
was forcibly returned to his homeland.
Chiseling gunmen, in American employ,
ripped him from the arms of his uncle.
It's a bad story, and it sill continues.
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He's probably 35 by now, or older. I don't
know what he looks like or how he speaks.
Perhaps he's smart. Perhaps he smokes
cigars and drives a '56 Chevy along the
streets of Havana. I just wouldn't know.
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I never know what anyone wants : stars and
stripes forever, songs and cheers, the star-
spangled banner sung by geeks and eunuchs?
What' America for, if not for that? It's soon
to be the Fourth of July. (Yipee!)
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