By | 1 November 2019

Prague Spring Photograph, 1968

The Prague crowd jostles a tank–
soldiers, just boys, at the gun turret.
Legs stretched out, feet crossed,
one seems relaxed, but a tense torso
and Kalashnikov negate the casual pose.
His comrade’s leg dangles over the tank’s edge,
steel boot-tip just clearing the crowd. He too
cradles a weapon, muzzle aimed groundwards.
This boy tries to ignore a girl, hair close-cropped
as Saint Joan’s, who beats the tank with clenched fists,
and open-mouthed, shouts defiance under his averted gaze.

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