Prayer Book
(A Holocaust Poem)
By Emily Drucker
I carried it through
It held me true
I let it go, to give to you
You need it more than I do
Indentation on the binding
Pages turning, words are winding
Intermingling in the air
Symbols of hatred here and there
The number on my arm
Really does no harm
Only to my soul, that’s the only toll
Marching
Head down shoulders wide
People looking side to side
On occasion scraps of bread
Many dying for a shred
No one knows our destination
I hope it’s my imagination
No possession, nothing mine
I’m really wishing for some sign
I heard from a guard that they’re on their way
Please help me God, what else can I say? |