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THE NIGHT THEY INVADED CZECHOSLOVAKIA


We watched,
as the tanks rolled in.
A black and white TV set
in the surroundings
of school.

It was the day after I saw you
at the Ambulance station.

And as the Reds moved in,
you stood under our lamp post
on that hot August night.

I remember these things:
dates, and summers that lasted
till the leaves were falling.

But that was the last night we spoke
as teenagers in the street;
I never did meet anyone as good as you.

It was as if something had invaded our lives:
separation,
liminality,
the rites of passage
to another world-
that was never to our liking...


Jarvo

For P.S.