It wasn’t a Stradivarius.
The Nazi’s cared less.
But he’d made it sing
knew which notes would be needed
coax a smile.
Grandpa couldn’t have imagined
so long after his life’s door
clanged shut
how his last wishes would
ignite the competitive flame
of sibling rivalry or
revisit the stench
of his youngest infant
wrapped in blue
his two older sons
forced
to dig up
rebury
elsewhere.
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