DP Camp Blues by Sy Roth
I never did get out
Second-hand visions of a place.
On the steps of a building bearing a Mogen David.
Hungering even then for an end
And an agency to search the shreds of family.
Tossed into graves and ovens without identity.
Who had no reality but loss.
©2020 Sy Roth
Sy Roth is a retired school administrator and has finally found the sounds of silence and the time to think whole thoughts. This has led him to find words and the ability to shape them. He has published in Visceral Uterus, Amulet, BlogNostics, Every Day Poets, Barefoot Review, Haggard and Halloo, Misfits Miscellany, Mad Swirl, Larks Fiction Magazine, Danse Macabre, Bitchin’ Kitch, Bong is Bard, Humber Pie, Poetry Super Highway, Penwood Review, Masque Publications, Foliate Oak, Miller’s Pond Poetry and The Eloquent Atheist.