Black Market Egg

Polish farmer and Jewish mother
one egg and starving child
all they have to show
for a winter's morning worth of labor
push! push! push!
don't let go
one egg to sustain you
a tiny mouth to feed
you peck and cry, and cry and peck
growing, crowing, constant need.

A "black market trade"
dirty hand to "dirty" hand
an egg between us
seals our fate
from birth, where this began.
Three days we'll hang for this
they'll peck and cry, cry and peck,
crowing throughout the square
On morning four they'll look for us-
no longer we'll be there.

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