Guevara under the march route with severed
Hands, „no more burrowing for him,"
When ideas are buried
The bones emerge
A state funeral FOR FEAR OF RESURRECTION
The head marked with blood and wounds a design concept
FOR ONCE FOLLOW UP YOUR PHRASES
TO THE POINT WHERE THEY BECOME FLESH AND BLOOD
Valeri Chodemtchuk, interred
In the sarcophagus of the reactor to abide
However long the earth can take us
And what we will call freedom
Translation: Michael Hoffmann