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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=576203" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Fall of Man</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Fall of Man.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We study the Holocaust at school.<br>“The Catastrophe, ”<br>the Jews have deemed it<br>in their language.<br>I write, “Shoah” on the board.<br>We watch a video.<br>They gasp at the pictures, the horror.<br>Nancy Bowman<br>ever the patriot, affirms: <br>“I’m glad I live when and where I do. We would never let something like that<br>happen nowadays.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I flip on CNN when I get home: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The knobs of knees and forearms<br>cut angles from the thick, dusty air; <br>the inner thighs—<br>	the part we American women<br>	watch so closely<br>	for overgrowth—<br>have sunken away and, <br>if the legs were pressed together, <br>a gaping oval would still separate them there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the hairless arms are riddled with<br>sharp bone<br>in places no bones should be.<br>tainted white buds<br>of infectious, curdled mucous<br>spring up, spotted, across what may have been<br>shins—or necks, once—<br>	like aged yellow blossoms<br>	sprouting from the potatoes<br>	I was saving for a special meal...<br>	while I gorged on the other seventy-five dollars of groceries<br>	I bought<br>	for the week</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They starved.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the balls of knotted brown rubber<br>the tangled configurations of<br>a crooked finger here, <br>a distended, vacant bowl of something like a stomach there, <br>all joints and<br>wiry turns, <br>lie balled up in that corner there, <br>another pile of knots in this corner here—<br>	closer to the cameras, <br>	whose bulbs reflect in pools of urine, <br>	the sticky film that makes a bed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Thank God we found them, ” says the Marine.<br>	Relieved.<br>“Where will they go from here? ” inquires the newswoman, <br>	all charity and American pity<br>	and good will, <br>	wrapped up in her leather jacket, <br>	her round face aglow against<br>	the grimy backdrop<br>	of desperation, <br>		of the tearing of God from Man.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>She is very concerned.<br>The Marine’s jaw slacks<br>as he drops his head<br>to survey the degeneration, the unraveling evolution, <br>the guests at this funeral for hope.<br>He reaches slightly for a tiny, <br>tortured, finger-like stick<br>clinging to the crib railing—he tries to re-connect, <br>to fix the fall, perhaps. (Michelangelo might be so proud.) <br>The finger is too timid, though, <br>too weak to answer back.<br>It is tired, <br>too tired, <br>and the branchy limb<br>slips back into its<br>easy isolation.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is such a comfort to know, then, Nancy, <br>that we would never let something like that happen<br>nowadays.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A damned good thing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I flip the TV off<br>and go back<br>to eating my dinner.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jae+Jae">Jae Jae</a><div class=q>
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We study the Holocaust at school.
“The Catastrophe, ”
the Jews have deemed it
in their language.
I write, “Shoah” on the board.
We watch a video.
They gasp at the pictures, the horror.
Nancy Bowman
ever the patriot, affir..."></div>
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