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Grandchild of the Third Reich

I watch you, blue eyed child

impish child, Till Eulenspiegel


Hopscotching over cracks

dancing between crevices


Treading carefully in streets and

sidewalks of Germany, fields of Austria or Poland


You who feeds fluttering birds

emaciated cats


Your pockets always filled

with seeds and breadcrumbs


Tiptoeing in rebuilt walkways so as not

to step on any errant ant


innocent, compassionate child


Your flaxen hair your pale blue eyes

your history recited once a year


then thrust back in a bottom drawer

together with a flag a bible


Some sticks of unsucked bubblegum

a handkerchief with which you


once tried unsuccessfully to

wipe some stains some horrors


that sometimes wake you in the night

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