Treasure Island

Abraham Sutzkever

(1913 - 2010 / Smorgon, Russian Empire)

Smoke Of Jewish Children


Only smoke, smoke, hovering smoke,
Dead children — puffs of living smoke.

They call: Mama, mama! from the smoke,
The whole panorama is in smoke.

The dolls and their worlds are smoke.
And over them the birds are smoke.

The dead children wrap themselves in smoke.
The dead children trap their play in smoke.

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Submitted: Monday, July 21, 2014

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