The Window, At The Moment Of Flame
and all this while I have been playing with toys
a toy superhighway a toy automobile a house of blocks
and all this while far off in other lands
thousands and thousands, millions and millions
you know - you see the pictures
woman carrying bony infants
men sobbing over graves
buildings sculpted by explosion-
earth wasted bare and rotten
and all this while I have been shopping, I have
been let us say free
and do they hate me for it
so they hate ME
poem by Alicia Ostriker, translated by Sergey Zemtsov
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