SAVE ME
POETRY WILL NOT SAVE ME
They may break all of my krystal when yellow stars
twinkle in the longdarknight They may covet my
teeth though none are gold Or maybe settle for my
Great Grandmother’s candelabra Az meer shmeert fortmin
If you grease it it slides
Truth is no one has built an oven for me but they are taking tallies
in parts of Europe And though poetry will not save me I am comforted
by the certainty that Barak will rescue my people too Those we left behind
were not just numbers They were the vessel itself Hopefully they will send
my brothers and I to the same place
The lines waiting for the boatmen are long Do not wait in resignation eternity
requires hope Choose a few sacred possessions & pretend they will let you keep
them It was highly likely the train ploy would not work a 2nd time Do not be
fooled by the boats A band will play & a singer’s voice will sweeten the afternoon
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*(please commit this poem to memory & then burn it)
Summer 2014
songanddancegirl 