(To another killer): Had you left the fetus
For thirty days, the possibilities would have changed:
The occupation might end and that suckling
Would not remember the time of siege,
And he’d grow up a healthy child, become a young man
And study in the same institution with one of your daughters
The ancient history of Asia
And they might fall together in passion’s net
And beget a girl (and she’d be Jewish by birth)
So what have you done then?
Now your daughter has become a widow
And your granddaughter an orphan?
What have you done to your fugitive family
And how did you strike three doves with one shot?

Butterfly’s Burden pp. 132-133