(NKVD come to arrest my grandfather)

Child on the toilet
And mean men are rushing through the house

Child on the toilet
And your hat has fallen as they take you down the stairs

There is no struggle,
There is no flight.
You are waiting for them in the hall,
But they still come in our home and open all the cupboard,
Empty all the shelves,
Throw down all the pillows, mattresses, chairs and tables,
Poke in holes through the walls
And stomp on floor
And push little wires through the ceiling, window sell and under the door.

Child on the toilet
The men do not offer a glance at your silence

Child on the toilet
The words in the book that you write go undetected.