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Rupen Was His Name

My great uncle

Rupen was his name

A poet

April 24 when they came

Year 1915

I still see his face

Smell him

Touch hands fingers

Sometimes shoulders

Still see his brown eyes

Colors change sometimes

Black sometimes cobalt blue

Those eyes taken away

Those noble eyes

In love with land and history

Vanishing

On a cloudy spring day

When he was not alone

One comedian

Many doctors poets

26 congressmen

Were taken out silently