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Published: Sun Apr 15 2001
Diego Isaias Hernández Méndez, Convertiendse en Characoteles / Sorcerers Changing into Their Animal Forms (detail), 2013, oil on canvas. Arte Maya Tz’utujil Collection.

In Boston, a tongue of red paint traces the city’s history, from Massacre to Tea Party to Faneuil Hall. We didn’t listen. We were busy composing our own republic: delivering fiery speeches of popcorn to mobs of pigeons in the Common, pledging allegiance in the green glow of the Aquarium’s piranha tank. In the North End some traitor shouted, Not in front of Paul Revere’s house, youse! You’ll raise him from the dead! The red line led into our hotel, through our room, up the bedsheets. Here history lifted her hips. Here the rebels put their maniacal plan into motion.

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Joel Brouwer is the author of two books of poems, Exactly What Happened and Centuries. (updated 10/2006)


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