Occupation
Eliza Griswold
The prostitutes in Kabul tap their feet
beneath their faded burqas in the heat.
For bread or fifteen cents, they'll take a man to bed--
their husbands dead, their seven kids unfed--
and thanks to occupation, rents have risen twentyfold,
their chickens, pots and carpets have been sold.
Two years ago, the Talibs favored boys and left the girls alone.
A woman then was worth her weight in stone.
"Occupation" by Eliza Griswold, from Wideawake Field. (c) Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 2008.
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