Poetry Super Highway has published its (14th) Annual Yom HaShoah (Holocaust Remembrance Day) Anthology, including the work of 80 accomplished poets. I submitted late, and consider myself lucky to have been included. Sadly, I can only post a link to the anthology, not to my specific page, so I’m posting my poem, Whither Thou Goest, here; but I strongly recommend that you check out all of the other great poems HERE.
Whither Thou Goest
Again the dream: the boxcar and the
long march. The camp. Last night, again,
selection and weeping. Ash in the air.
Don’t ask me why. Don’t ask me if
I miss someone I’ve never met, I
don’t. Except in dream, I was not
there to bear witness; was not there
at all. I don’t believe I’ve ever met
anyone who had to let their lover go
or let their father or their mother go
—I must have; must have met them,
but I can’t recall.
This morning, though,
it seems I know them all. It seems I
stand beside them, waiting in long lines,
waiting in the cold on hard red ground,
surrounded by even harder faces, late
winter snow and traces of ash in the air.