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Neighbours, Eastern Poland,1940

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I turn my shoulder to the grey and think
of Yosel, son of Saul Rabinsky, how
he slammed the doors of crowded cattle cars
bound for Siberia, although the faces
inside were those of neighbours, Catholic Poles.

How haplessly they looked back through the cracks,
their petty gentry voices cursing him
and the red star on his cone-shaped traitor’s cap,
their love of Poland beyond his comprehension,

their foolishness not worthy of his grief.
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Carol Gall 30 May 2009

a sads memory that should be wrote about 10

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