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A year after the Allies freed the camps

my sister was born.

First of an explosion

detonated to fill empty wombs,

obliterate the graves

of soldiers and civilians

on beaches, in rubble, in pits,

erase thoughts

of soap made from baby fat.

 

 

 

Jan Chronister teaches writing at a tribal college in Minnesota. Her work appears regularly in regional and national publications.

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