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

Cape

A man would come to the backyard and whisper: 30
 ignitors.
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.
     TERRORISTS BOMB POWERLINES
He would read in the bourgeois press, or
     MIDNIGHT PASS OFFICE BLAST
He'd sigh a small sigh
- Hadn't been sure
Those damned ignitors would work.

Finally.
1964.
After a quarter century in the struggle

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


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