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Holocaust Remembrance Day (Yom HaShoah)


After Auschwitz

I am vague I am hazy I am indistinct

I am bodiless-

but my black Romani blood river runs

boils and bubbles and

pushes up Piotr’s daisies

I am faceless-

but my non-Aryan features glow searing hot

my crippled mouth and communist eyes

coal to cinder

fuel to Himmler’s furnaces

the fog of my Jewish bones

blurs Wladyslaw’s farmhouse

my homosexual tongue a licking lapping flame

a hideous gape, a burning yawning mask

my embers smolder in the wake of the Zyklon B

that fumigated my lungs

and left me breathless, voiceless, mute.

Silent.

…so I am nameless…

I am vague I am hazy I am indistinct

Write me, Paul Celan

-your neighbor from Czernowitz

Write me, Nelly Sachs

-your neighbor from Berlin

Write me, Miklós Radnóti

-your neighbor from Budapest

Give me a body and fill me in and grant me life.

Birth me-

for oblivion awaits

Birth me-

lest I disappear

from the awareness of humanity

into the amnesia of history

…vapor and ash…

Adorno was wrong - there must be poetry.

Write me.

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This poem first appeared in Voices Israel 2015 and is included in my chapbook from Finishing Line Press.

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Windows and a Looking Glass by Deborah Kahan Kolb

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