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      August 26, 2009The Tears of IndiaJohn Spaulding

      My old man’s dead and my boy’s in prison.
      He got pissed and climbed the razor wire fence
      so he’d get shot. Only he just got cut up.
      Then they put him in detention for six months.

      The idea is when anyone is born
      something can happen.
      But it don’t.

      You want to know your place
      in the family tree? my old man used to say,
      You’re the apple on the ground.

      In the war, girls like me drew black lines
      on the backs of their legs
      when they couldn’t afford nylons.
      Didn’t fool nobody, he said.

      No use crying the tears of India,
      he’d say, meanwhile the world goes on.

      Remember when they found
      that dead farmer floating in the river,
      June bugs crawling in his hair?
      Life is just a big room, he used to say,
      full of ugly women.
      The tears of India.

      from #30 - Winter 2008