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Poems
Picasso's child*
is dead, its head
cradled like an egg
its drawn features shrunk
already to a fading memory
in its mother's massive hand.
Thrusting her burden at us
its limbs obscenely skewed
she screams insensate
into the susurrating gallery
whose backs are turned
staring at Guernica.
*Madre con niño muerto
Reina Sofia Gallery, Madrid
