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No Dessert For a Week The day I was pushed, unwilling into life, by an inpatient twin-- Malta had another air raid This was no time for celebration baby carriages were scrapped for tin We were very far from carnage over-seas from liquidation Still, I 'm told, my father said even one was one to many to bring into this world of pain There were no land mine in our snow no missiles, just pied mallards flew within our range, our only enemy the witch who chased us when we made a fortress of her yard "Finish it" my mother said "There are children starving, separated from their parents tortured, murdered- you must clean your plate" My brother put his mashed potatoes in an sack and threw it in the frosted mailbox tears froze to his face as he sobbed "eat!" |
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