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My Unknown Uncle
What if I forgot the color of your teeth, brown
from three packs a day and syrupy Turkish coffee.
What if they never found your bones and I went on
pretending you were in the mountains with the Kurds
as afraid of going to Israel as you
finally were of staying in Iraq.
What if there had never been a funeral and I went on pretending
you continued to help others over the mountains to freedom?
What if there were no bags of bodies called remains,
no identification through cracked and ugly teeth.
Debbi Brody
What if I forgot the color of your teeth, brown
from three packs a day and syrupy Turkish coffee.
What if they never found your bones and I went on
pretending you were in the mountains with the Kurds
as afraid of going to Israel as you
finally were of staying in Iraq.
What if there had never been a funeral and I went on pretending
you continued to help others over the mountains to freedom?
What if there were no bags of bodies called remains,
no identification through cracked and ugly teeth.
Debbi Brody
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