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After you, the killed of the Ukraine;After you, butcheredIn a mound in Gorodishche,The Dnieper town . . .KaddishNo! Heavenly tallow, don’t lick my gummy beards.Out of my mouth’s brown streams of…
Sky, have mercy on me!
If there be in you a God and to that God a path
and I have not found it—
you pray for me!
I—my heart’s dead and there’s no prayer left in my mouth
and no strength and no hope…
Rise and go to the town of the killings and you’ll come to the yards
and with your eyes and your own hand feel the fence
and on the trees and on the stones and plaster of the walls
the congealed…
[ . . . ] And we get out of their way; we move in the opposite direction, toward where they’ve come from, toward Petroshi.And you see, they do not forbid it. And it may be that in Petroshi, where they…
The Oppressor Chmiel, may his name be blotted out, heard that many Jews had gathered in the holy community of Nemirow, and that they had a great deal of…
I was telling you about the old man, our rabbi, how he was walking out in front, and we Krushniker dignitaries were walking behind him. sighing and moaning and not allowed to speak a word. If only our…