“We bring our sacrifice of … innocence lost. ~ We would offer You more, but we can’t. We bring our sacrifice of … deep anger. ~ We would offer You other, but we must grieve unmentioned horrors. We bring our sacrifice of … crush expectations. ~ We would offer You better, but we must fall […]
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Faces Neat millions of pairs of abandoned shoes Creased with mute presence of those whose Faces both stare and vanish. Which ghetto? Warsaw, Vilna, Lodz, Riga, Kovno. Eight hundred dark-eyed girls from Salonica Bony and sag-breasted singing the Hatikvah Tread the barefoot floor to a shower-room. Friedlnder, Berenstein, Menashe, Blum. Each someone’s fondled face. A
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