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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