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?

2006