Ode to A Kurdish Child
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(Inspired by a picture in Time magazine, January 16, 1989.)
Little child lying still
Among the lifeless corpses there
Your life is dead
Too soon for me, who curious,stares;
And in shock,
Upon your picture here.
Who are you?
And how old?
Where, oh where can your mother be?
Can it be, sheís there with you,
Crushed beneath the bodies so?
And did you sisters and brothers have,
And do they share your grave?
Open, green and crowded---
Reminding me of a history---
Of a Holocaust I thought was dead---
Of an ugliness that died ago---
Of an anger Iíll never outgrow---
Of the endless tears
Iíve shed in secret;
The tears I shed for them---
I shed them now for you.