“What would happen,” the poet Muriel Rukeyser asks in her oft-quoted poem “Käthe Kollwitz,” “if…
She unrolls like sharp and gold wire toward decorous flowers. I see the peach unmoving…
Innocent stood in the middle of the trailer; the children crowded together in the back.…
In the Vent Haven Ventriloquist Museum in Fort Mitchell, Kentucky, she realizes she is ruined…