The professors bedroom partially denuded of books
I sleep on his pillows.
Where he once rested his head
A half-century__
His mind awash with revolution
Marxism
Social theory
In many languages
A hero of the Struggle
'gainst Capitalism___
The pillows harbor none of these thoughts
They are just pillows
Professor Berthell Ollman rests in Yonkers
With his wife
He rests his head there
Now
A smile on his face
To me
A complete stranger
We all are,
But a bigger smile
I tell him
My head filled by his pillows
The revolution is now
Siempre___
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