The Window

The Window – Poem

Alicia Ostriker

the window, at the moment of flame

and all this while I have been playing with toys

a toys 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

women carrying their 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

do they hate me

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