Old and small and almost empty
except for a dirty change of clothes,
a shaving kit and towel.
There was no key for the broken lock.
Durruti requested one-hundred pesetas
for underwear and soap,
though none of it was needed now.
His forces came to visit his body.
One man slowly folded his clothes
and pressed them back inside the case.
There was no money, photo, book,
no tie, collar, ticket or map.
The destination had been reached,
and outside the station door
there was only sand.
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