April 2015
I'm a husband, a father, a grandfather, an uncle, a friend, a composer, a painter, a poet, and a retired music teacher. I'm an observant Jew and a diehard socialist. I'm 64 years old and I live in NYC with my wonderful wife, Susan. And even though I don't have a college degree in English, I am the editor of Verse-Virtual, the best online poetry journal in the world.
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19 April 2014
Commemoration of the Warsaw Ghetto Uprising 19 April 1943
The grayness that coats everything
Covers this day more than others —
Memorial isn't easy;
We remember the trauma —
The terror — the horror — the
Inhumanity — and we grieve for
Those who fought, who suffered, who died —
For the murdered, the slain, the
Violated, the tortured — and
We want to know why — and we ask — and
We have nothing anymore — nothing
But questions. Questions. Unanswered.
Questions. Ignored. And we expect nothing.
Not even silence. The screams still sting
Our brains; they crawl in our swollen
Throats as specters of gallows and
Gas chambers and crematoria careen
Like bats over us. And. We. Live.
19 April 2014
Commemoration of the Warsaw Ghetto Uprising 19 April 1943
The grayness that coats everything
Covers this day more than others —
Memorial isn't easy;
We remember the trauma —
The terror — the horror — the
Inhumanity — and we grieve for
Those who fought, who suffered, who died —
For the murdered, the slain, the
Violated, the tortured — and
We want to know why — and we ask — and
We have nothing anymore — nothing
But questions. Questions. Unanswered.
Questions. Ignored. And we expect nothing.
Not even silence. The screams still sting
Our brains; they crawl in our swollen
Throats as specters of gallows and
Gas chambers and crematoria careen
Like bats over us. And. We. Live.
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