John F. McCullagh

(09/28/1954 / Flushing)

I Wore a Gold Star

I wore a gold Star.
I bear a tattoo.
When Six Million died
I was one of the few,
Through the mercy of God
or the missed chance of Fate,
I escaped from the boxcar
into winter’s dim light.

My parents and sister,
Long are dust on the wind.
Their faith and their race
were their only known sins
Now, though stooped and arthritic,
I still testify
To the bitter cup tasted
when the Six Million died.


Submitted: Saturday, December 14, 2013

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An elderly docent at the Shoah Center recalls his brush with death at the hands of the Gestapo)

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