You were thirteen
and fifty,
twenty-three – all
“Sara”.
Sisters bound
of judgment,
not of blood.
Of all names
wouldn’t “A” achieve the same
for their slaughter,
Sara?
Brutal to the letter.
The Beast in the ink.
Sara
All Love to You
Sara
Always
Sara
The fruit and the seed
Sara
We bear your Name
In August, Nineteen-Thirty-Eight,
men marked your fate
as they replaced you with a tag –
recording again
and again
“Sara”.
The train wailed up
to your last stop.
Your children lost, Oh Sara.
The Fateful Year
again near.
Preserve All Daughters and Sons.
Sara
All Love to You
Sara
Always
Sara
The fruit and the seed
Sara
We bear your Name
Sara
Oh Sara
Sara
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