Friday, April 24, 2009

Remembering the Silence of the Shoah

Monday, 10AM in Jerusalem, the city turns off. A siren crests. It will do for a minute more. What are they remembering? The baker, with his apron a flour, belly looming, who walks to the street. The drivers who stop their cars with a lurch, tiptoe beside the zigzag. 

Although the old couple
hawking for a taxi don't see 
the point, spit a curse

The ambulance stops,
cuts off flaring horn praying:
Remember, Keep On

One held breath quivers 
like a torn eyelid, healing
drop to bone to blink

In silence, easy to think
of all the dead, hard to hate
that enemy next door

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