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.
Looking for mother…
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