POETRY, PROSE, AND POLITICS

Fiction, serious reality, and at times their interaction.

TWIN STEEPLES

My father was born in Rachoinz

An internet photo reveals                                                                                                                          

laughing Nazi troops watching

Jews scrubbing Rachoinz town square,

twin church steeples in background.

Our travel years later:

Square now a small green park.

Steeples still loom behind.

(postscript: town is spelled Raciaz but pronounced Rachoinz. I chose the phonetic rather than the actual spelling because it works better in a poem)