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Two poems by Roz Kaveney:

No matter what. My people will endure.
Kill us. Imprison us. Carve up our brain.
Out of your children we are born again.
Erase our past and future but be sure
We are among you añd will find a way
To know ourselves in fragments from the past
Constructed truths. You think you have locked fast
The doors of memory. Your world is gray
Lacks savour. We umami of the soul
Palate remembers taste it never knew
Your angry grand children will stare at you
Carve us from world and you will leave a hole
Negative space describes all that we were
They fill it with new flesh. He him. She her.
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When they have killed us all, or maybe most
Of us, because some fragment will escape.
We are quite good at hiding. When they rape
Some young guy on your street and later boast
Taught it to be a woman, when they shave
That blonde's head bloody slash her by mistake
Across the cheek for being tall. And make
Pyre of our books. And in an unmarked grave
Neighbour or niece. Legitimate concern?
Will you still sleep at night? Will you forget
You sort of wanted this...perhaps not yet...
But soon you'll stand and cheer and watch us burn.
Then later say it was not in your name
You never meant it and are not to blame.
