The Children’s War and Other Poems
Remember my teaser a few weeks ago about the wonderful poetry of Shaindel Beers? Here is an example.
The tank, bigger than the hut, fires
and all of the colors explode from the hut.
Why is this man green?
Because he is from the tank.
Why is this woman red?
Because she was shot in the face.
And why aren’t you colored in?
Because it is like I wasn’t even there.