just in from the incomparable oz, creator of the blog Ocellus, a poem about more than the darfur fridge
4/23/08 Darfur Fridge (ozymandiaz)
April 23, 2008 by rick mobbs
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wow oz, that’s great! I’m going to add here what my 8 y.o. son, Broadus, had to say about the piece after we read and talked about your poem:
“…the little holes with the red around them look like where the diamonds used to be , but the red is the rocks that smashed the men but the diamonds came out whole. And the mine owners get more greedy and are more wealthy…”