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Wartime Wireless

My mother was crying,
Listening to the radio,
A man in a camp,
Found a bag of crusts,
Hurried to his hut
To devour his frugal feast.

Driven by insatiable hunger,
Fellow prisoners pushed and grabbed
鈥楾il not a crumb was left.
And on the ground, his bare skull broken
Lay the bread benefactor,
Dead in the crumb crush.

Later.

My mother greeted us,
鈥淚t鈥檚 all over.鈥�
鈥淲ill there still be 鈥楾he News鈥�
Now the war is over?鈥�
A child鈥檚 understanding of news
Caused amusement,
My mother was laughing.

Margaret Bowdler

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