Throats cocked with Lugers. Foreheads wrote two lines Jew ink to nazi quill Name, age, occupation. Anne Frank. Thirteen. Child. Writer, (crossed through). Eagle. It never happened. Stars were never yolk. Rain was always pure. Typhus sounds like Waterfalls. A flower grew In Bergen Belsen yards away from wire and smoke I am unmoved by that Yet still, my pen sheds me on a diary I would not have written Had I not read ‘Kitty’. Anne Frank Seventy seven Dead Writer Penguin.