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29 November 2010
Blame Hitler, Blame Hirohito
whoever took war
to the beautiful islands of the South Pacific.
Blame them for the bomb
that simultaneously killed his parents
and deafened him for life.
It was Bill’s mate Neil who met Mendra,
and decided to take him to Java
to get his hearing fixed.
It was expensive. Bill helped too.
After that, Mendra was their friend forever
and the kids’ and mine as well.
He loved our kids and they loved him.
He was like a big elder brother or funny uncle
who made up games of clowning and mime.
The vocal chords had atrophied.
He could hear, but he still couldn’t speak.
So, as he always had, he used expression and gesture.
And he drew!
Those drawings were as good as speech.
We thought they were brilliant. Well, they were.
We wanted him to have a future
with his hearing and his art,
instead of the begging and the menial jobs.
But Mendra had TB.
I don’t know if you can blame the war for that.
He died suddenly, young, and we wanted to blame someone.
November PAD Chapbook Challenge 2010: 27
Prompt: ‘Blame ...’ and fill in the blank.