The Mound

Peretz Markish

1921

 

After you, the killed of the Ukraine;

After you, butchered

In a mound in Gorodishche,

The Dnieper town . . .

Kaddish

No! Heavenly tallow, don’t lick my gummy beards.
Out of my mouth’s brown streams of pitch
Sob a brown leaven of blood and sawdust.
No. Don’t touch the vomit on the earth’s black thigh.
Away. I stink. Frogs crawl on me.
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