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Issue 30, July 31, 2017
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When I Was Prey

 

 

 

Today Oskar Groning is on trial.

The bookkeeper of Auschwitz.

There was something beautiful about my baptism

all those years ago, water streaming from my gills,

ruby throat opened to the world like a tulip.

They said it was not supposed to hurt,

like my friend’s face cracking at the news

that Groning watched a guard smash a child

against the side of a truck

until the light fled from its eyes.

Language gives caves a mouth, bells tongues,

clocks hands.

Who was it that did not give Groning a heart?

This God whose water I was birthed in,

sky above me dark as blood.

 

                        -Meggie Royer