P.a.j.

P.A.J.

Grandfather’s generation would have said:
“He is as dead! ”
his younger brother will a stranger wed,
one’s mind sees red.
At University their paths would thread,
thoughtless they tread,
senseless instead
of following where ancestors had led,
for what they bled
to be a Jew and join a new homestead
in Talmud read.
Although on Saturday turned table’s spread, -
(he butters bread) -
one would prefer by far to fast in bed, -
(she mutters, fed) .
Why are light’s links around him shed?
why was he bred?
Upon next weekend all must dwell in dread,
what lies ahead …

5 April 1975
robi03_0072_robi03_0000 XXX_OXX

poem by Jonathan Robin
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