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. 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.
Congratulations, Ron! And…after reading this, how could they have NOT included it!?
Well done, my friend.
PW
There’s a freshness in this which evokes the frequently-observed poignancy in a way which makes one feel it all the more, and anew. Well done indeed.
A very moving poem. It is also exceptionally well crafted. Thank you for sharing your success with us
Piercing poem that creates images in my mind.
Oh Ron, this brought tears to my eyes.
An excellent poem, Ron; especially that ominous last line.
Congratulations!