MERCEDES WEBB-PULLMAN I Am the Real Fidel, in 14-sections poetryrepairs #199 v14.04:045 Sierra Meastra Power is necessary The Argentine |
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Sierra MeastraHow easily we're beaten in that sugar cane field in Algria del Pio; see how our revolutionaries fall like skittles to Batista's men. They hack us into quarters. Twenty dead, twenty-one captured and sent to prison; twenty-one escaped to go home, and the rest of us like whipped curs pissing with fear, tails between our legs retreat up into the mountains. Beaten by air force and army. We need to learn that discipline to change, adapt, turn defeat into the first step to success. Peasants keep us alive. We train, rehearse, discuss, learn – Celia is a man too. Lenin's words about the proletariat finally make sense to me here, hiding in the cold mountains, sense they didn't make in the city. I'm sure I dream his dreams. The Revolution is imminent. The Revolution never ends. We fight on our terms now strike and flee. The army comes in summer during winter we plan. We weld a unit designed and tuned for revolutionary war. One last battle at the end of the second summer at Jigue and three hundred rebels defeat ten thousand soldiers. Now we have an army. poetryrepairs #199 v14.04:045 |
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The ArgentineWhat can I say about Che? Raul brings us together, 1955, Mexico City where we're organizing the Revolution he wants to join in. I'm impressed. He's always in the action. He's a doctor but not mine, knows Marx/Lenin theory and he's a cold-blooded killer too. I swing between pride and jealousy. Always scribbling in his notebooks. He and Raul together are dangerous but I can control Raul. They want Cuba with Communism and I don't want the Revolution to end. It's my Revolution. Che may understand why I keep him running around the world with cases of bribe cigars, Revolutionary pin-up boy; my only mission is to protect the Cuban people. I mustn't lose control. There's a lot of work to do. I keep him busy. There's no Communist Party of Cuba until 1961, when I need to play the Russians against the CIA and the USA who don't necessarily always work together. I admit Che is a brilliant guerrilla commander, men adore him. Latins are always looking for miracle workers to follow; his asthma makes him vulnerable, they love him more. I am the world's most popular politician Communism's strongest modern icon more attractive, more original than Kennedy but the world's most famous photograph is of him. By the time that Korda picture comes out Che is already dead. He surrenders to the enemy. A traitor. He has to die. The Revolution needs a martyr. They send me his hands, later the rest of his body, the tobacco pouch from his final smoke. I had to give up cigars. I still dream of smoking. I bring his body back from Bolivia eventually. poetryrepairs #199 v14.04:045 |
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