I ordered my Jews closer.
Paul B. JaneczkoBeasts of burden, we shouldered bundles of what pieces of the past we were allowed to keep as we joined the river of fear, a current of shuffling feet, sobs, and whimpers that crept past dark mouths of archways and windows of Terezin.
Paul B. JaneczkoBlue sky beyond barbed wire I wish I were sky.
Paul B. JaneczkoDead or not, he must taste my Sarah's ashes.
Paul B. JaneczkoI will stay with her until it is time to close her eyelids wrap the wretched sheet around her bones.
Paul B. JaneczkoYou are making music
in the shadow of the gallows.
Stichwörter: holocaust
A white linen tablecloth
edged with pink roses --
Mama's favorite pattern --
flowed like a bride's train
from sidewalk to curb to gutter.
Papa stared at black boot marks
crossing it like sins.
Stichwörter: holocaust
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