What difference: the oblivion of a newly born child
and it dead beneath a city’s rubble?
And the child born on one side
of a fence and the other?
What difference: the grief of parents of fighters
and the grief of parents of children?
And the love of parents on one side
of a fence and the other?
What difference: the child who is voluble
and the child whose words are dead in the wreckage of its lungs?
And the longing to live on one side
of a fence and the other?
What difference: the bones that support a child
and those bones smashed to uselessness?
And the care needed on one side
of a fence and the other?
