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When they brought my father out
of Germany, he weighed ninety-two
pounds. He had no tolerance
for picky eaters.
                         Was he still
a boy then? Was he kind?
    They could leave the camp
but had nowhere to go.
    A brass key to a church, where
sometimes there was food. Then
    back through the foreign woods.
                         Who might he have been?
If not for this? Did he dream, ever,
of people burning beneath his plane?
                         Does it matter?
    What counts against him?
    What weighs in his favor?
                         Who has the right
to measure?