Rhineland #1: A Poem for Yom HaShoah

April 11, 2018Julia Knobloch

The air was humid and warm.
It filled the sanctuary and narrow lanes
outside, where children played,
the Rhine nearby.
A thousand years later
children in yellow rubber boots
run through brown and red leaves
on holy sands
in the valley of the rabbis.
They know people died
but nobody tells them about the worlds that were lost. 

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