Lonely Ashes in the Sky

An ashy sky past June

looks down on the pawns of yesterday.

A hole is growing in G-d’s heaven.

It has been glaring down on us,

since the world began to modernize.

.

We are no longer just

the Christ-killer faith.

Those who look through

the godless spectacles

of “science”

claim

our race is inferior.

They said my husband was away

working

and earning money for us.

They lied.

.

Alone and not;

one child at my breast,

another clutching my hand,

what will become of them

in this newly desolate world?

Is Ribono shel-oylam even looking at us

through his hole

in the eternal sky?

.

We are but a small family

lingering in the shrinking lights of the ghetto.

Pockets of solace

wept dry after a storm.

What is left for us?

What is left for those who survive?

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This poem, along with the other poems categorized under the Labkovski Project section, were written for the LAMOTH exhibit on David Labkovski’s life and art.

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