LOVE IN A DEATH CAMP
for my Aunt Feigel
Swept along to the train in her pinafore,
She found a space on the unwashed corner planks,
Last stop, Ravensbruck, arrived with a lurch.
There was smoke, ashes and darkness.
On her way to the showers, she saw a young man
She smiled at him and lifted her still delicate left hand
He bowed and returned the gesture of three fingers,
She pointed to an imaginary wristwatch and winked one eye,
He indicated on his right hand an imaginary wedding ring,
They moved closer together whenever they could until, in the soup
For the swain’s socks, they hired the Maggid to marry them
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