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My Uncle as Erwin Schrödinger


Seeing the Red Cross badge on his arm,
a German woman mistakes my uncle

for a doctor. Tell me, she pleads,
are the Russians coming?

Either he nods Yes, tonight—
you’d better get out

or he doesn’t. If they come,
I don’t want to live—

give me poison. He pictures the vial
of arsenic in his satchel.Sometimes,

folding her outstretched fingers
over nothing, he doesn’t do it. Sometimes

with a shrug, impassive as a croupier’s,
he does.

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