in the age of the A-bomb, the quatrain "Epitaph: 1945," was written at the end of World War II:My spoon was lifted when the bomb came down
That left no face, no hand, no spoon to hold.
A hundred thousand died in my home town.
This came to pass before my soup was cold.
After the war, [Naomi] Replansky's attention was drawn to the practical necessity of earning a living, as her 1957 poem "Night Prayer for Various Trades" makes explicit.
from The Jewish Daily Forward: Naomi Replansky's Career Began in a Factory
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