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| Second Place Winner, October 2006 | |
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SARAH IN GAZA, 1956 Steve Meador (Poets.org) The figs. I had to see if the figs were safe. Without them we would have nothing to sell or trade, only some dried tomatoes and hard raisins. The smoke from the trucks and tanks was no different than the dust and sand that filled our mouths every day. The sound of the planes like the scream of hot wind. The bombs could have been thunder. I was eight and knew I could save the trees from the madness. Thank God, oh thank God the French and British did not want figs. I held my arms out, protected the grove as they drove by looking for men and boys to catch. Maybe to shoot. When I ran down the hill my grandfather, father and uncle were squatting in the chicken pen. The French wanted to kill them. Lana, our Christian neighbor, whispered a breeze of soft words through their thick forest of guns. A captain flicked his cigarette at our brave men, then the soldiers left. My uncle smoked the rest of it. I saved the figs. Lana saved our men. Judge David Kirby’s comments: “What a time, what a place -- and while the time has changed, the place is still riven by a conflict that looks as though it will never have an end. There’s only one stance for a writer to take, and that’s a stoic one. So much ink has been spilled over the Mideast, and much of it amounts to emotional pornography, that is, an unearned excitement that leaves one feeling drained yet sickly. That’s not the case with this poem. Here the poet speaks calmly and laconically and in a way that is so much louder than any bombast could ever be.”
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