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| Kadnew's Holocaust Poetry Page 1 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Holocaust Poem # 1 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Homeland Lois E. Olena It was Christmas eve and there was no room in the inn, the Oswiecim inn, so the Arrow Cross took the children, barefooted and in their nighties, out to the Danube and filled their little bellies not with bread but bullets flipping them like tiddlywinks into the congealing, icy river below. It was the Red Danube that night, choking on the blood of orphan Jews whose little Blue faces floated downstream touring even all of Europe until they washed up on the shores of Eretz Yisrael and came back to life, their little blue and white bodies raised high, flapping in the wind. | |||||||||||||||||||||||
| Holocaust Poem # 2 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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AFTERMATH by Evelyn Roman - Holocaust Survivor Fifty years after the fact Painful memories intact Nightmares recurring, Nazis appearing. Must survivors remain At their altar of pain Forever enduring Unspeakable haunting? And will it subside On life's other side Or go on persisting Into the realm of night? | |||||||||||||||||||||||
| Holocaust Poem # 3 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
Behind the Monastery | Lois E. Olena My fingers froze today when I stood in the rain behind a Polish monastery- cold wet arms heavy, shaking with fear and my allowed bundle. The light from the candles of my warm home followed after me like long shadows chasing, crying for my return. Front door agape gentile rape trucks at the gate goyische ants in a long line carrying off 600 years of history, tucking it lustily into their conscience-seared pockets. Bone wet I watch as Council members under rifle dig obediently and the earth opens up to swallow my rabbi and his sons. Mach schnell! I hear in my nightmare... and as I turn to leave, I notice that the earth still moves where they buried my heart.
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