Born January 22, 1946


Ashes of Auschwitz attended my bris

they stayed quiet and did not speak their names

a scent that I did not yet recognize

dark gray sky cantilevered from the past


I shone the splendor of coming to be

undergirded by the terror of it

conjoint unravelling of joy and doom

never ever to be broken apart


to love is to love, the question that is

its own answer, to live is to live

this fleeting instant, eternity’s crown,

this spark that vanishes free from a name


the wound of hope bleeds and can not be stanched

beyond faulting I mourn and I bless


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