The World is So Small

I can smell a child’s fear
several continents away.

It is burnt     toast     bird guano     chocolate chip cookies.

What if I told you that Eva Braun’s favorite flower
was the daffodil    the pink rose    the Madonna lily?

There is so much in this world that I don’t want to know,
information bobbing its head like a cobra.

What if I told you that Hitler’s favorite movie
was Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs?

The world is getting so small,
I’m claustrophobic even when outside.

Heigh-ho, Heigh-ho,
It’s off to work we go.

What if I told you Dr. Mengele was a master whistler —
Mozart    Beethoven    When You Wish Upon a Star?

Things so close    When you reach they get further away.
A boat    many small boats    a new kind of Dunkirk.
Find them.    This is not a drill.


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