Reading about the recent sentencing of the Pittsburgh synagogue shooter, and imagining a congregant who was present during that 2018 mass shooting, I was moved to write this. — Elliott Shapiro
“The Unbroken Line”
By Elliott Shapiro
I’m lying here
staring at the ceiling
tubes in my arms and nose
I’m eighty-six
I’ve been here 68 years
I went to shul this morning with
Nat Goldfarb.
I grew up in Loykove near Krakow
My mother called it a ” kleyner shtetl”
During the summer I dipped my toes in the bubbling creek
It was 1941
I was nine
A Shabbos morning
We were all at shul
I heard the trucks and shouts of many men
A rock broke the window
“Kill the Jews”
In a minute they were inside
They started shooting
My mother pushed me under the bench.
This morning
Nat was reading from the Torah
I saw the man come in
He had a gun
He was shouting
“Jews must die”
Nat looked up at me
He shot Nat
I got under the bench
“Mayne Got”
Even here.
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What a gripping and powerful poem..
This is a powerfully evocative piece.