In the photograph
          her right foot has just lifted
       off the ground, as she pirouettes
                  like a ballerina on the edge
      of the pit, back turned to the Einsatzgruppen
              soldier, I think to give the child
in her arms a last moment of
             protection. The bullet has already been
                        fired in this frozen moment, the shutter
        too slow to capture it, but the silence
  shatters a new millennium, in Brookline, in my 
               study, and


                I look up.


May 8, 2001

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