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Pantoum
It did not start with blood in the Strasse
gaunt with hunger, our eyes dead
pain and confusion etched deep
hunkered against building fronts
cold as the night we lost everything
pain and confusion etched deep
no comfort from blind bricks and mortar
cold as the night we lost everything
torn from her arms by blank-faced neighbors
no comfort from blind bricks and mortar
no going back from the canvas-covered truck
torn from her arms by blank-faced neighbors
we hold each other tethered by a shared cord
no going back from the canvas-covered truck
too late for whispered voices and hot cocoa
we hold each other tethered by a shared cord
and the sun on our faces—it does not shine for us
too late for whispered voices and hot cocoa
should have skittered away in the night
and the sun on our faces— it does not shine for us
god is on leave or dead like mutter
should have skittered away in the night
like the vermin we’ve become
god is on leave or dead like mutter
stop sucking the air—the bone house awaits
like the vermin we’ve become
we hide from the light
stop sucking the air—the bone house awaits
gaunt with hunger, our eyes dead
--Katherine M. Searle
Written for U of I MOOC
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