On the Death of My Comrade Larry Cane (1915-1976) By Manny (Sam Nahman) Harriman
Lawrence Cohen (Cane), Commissar, Company 1, 59th Battalion, September 1938. The 15th International Brigade Photographic Unit Photograph Collection ; ALBA Photo 11; ALBA Photo number 11-0253. Tamiment Library/Robert F. Wagner Labor Archives. Elmer Holmes Bobst Library, 70 Washington Square South, New York, NY 10012, New York University Libraries.
The Volunteer, Volume 1, No. 1, 1978.
I cried
when I heard
you died, Larry.
The tears flowed
while rage
racked my insides
How could you die Larry
not you
not yet
we are almost there!
Only yesterday
when the Ebro erupted
black earth, darkened red
exploding in Spanish hills
while death whistled
a chilling morning song
You held my hand, Larry
scared that I was
and calmly, with a smile
said, don’t worry Sammy
we’ll see Spain’s
warming sun again!
How could you die Larry!
Not you
not yet
we are almost there!
The rising sun is
already warming my face
Oh! How I would love
to see your face again
ablaze
in Spain’s new full sun!
