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the lost boy

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by Erwin Dink

in the car
outside the vague
house of my cousins
a distant lawnmower
pinching my nipple

my nephew
with a famous name
no relation to it
except skin
and chance

or

and circumstances

the sins of her brothers
casting shadows
across her boy
who didn’t deserve
any of it

what do i owe
my fellow captive
survivors
after the war
?

the sins
of the mother
of the father
are not theirs
or yours

after the long
bike ride
the boy loses
himself
along the way

one little
two little
three little
brothers
four little
five little
six was the girl

a mother’s love
some other love
smothers it away

stone wall
snakes
into the woods
the lost boy
cries

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