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This poem is taken from PN Review 56, Volume 13 Number 6, July - August 1987.


A man would come to the backyard and whisper: 30
And John Matthews would make 30, to be delivered
 to X.
And a man would come in the dead of night
These need storing comrade, some things wrapped in
 waterproof cloth.
He would read in the bourgeois press, or
He'd sigh a small sigh
- Hadn't been sure
Those damned ignitors would work.

After a quarter century in the struggle

A security police swoop
and John Matthews was one
among several detained.

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