Dead Jews Walking Poem by Lewis Eron

Dead Jews walking -
This is not a Holocaust poem
Although some survivors are still walking
Slowly
With neighbors who used ration coupons
And wore Uncle Sam's cloths
Or enjoyed Stalin's hospitality
In Siberia or in the Red Army or both
Or hid during the Blitz
And then moved to the suburbs
Where they are now
Back again
After a house
An apartment
Florida
Great grandchildren
And medical conditions that would have killed their parents
Depression, depressing, depressed
At times and lonely too
Just packing for the next journey
To a world probably less strange
Than the one they share with us.


January 2019