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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!"

Copyright © May 2000 Rachel F. Spinoza


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