Neruda wrote in his 'I am explaining a few things'
And one morning all that was burning,
one morning the bonfires
leapt out of the earth
devouring human beings
and
Jackals that the jackals would despise,
stones that the dry thistle would bite on and spit out,
vipers that the vipers would abominate!
and the final lines that, to me epitomises what Harold Pinter called "powerful visceral description of the bombing of civilians"
Come and see the blood in the streets.
Come and see
The blood in the streets.
Come and see the blood
In the streets!
I have nothing to add.
