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Vigil: Relentless Nostalgia

closeup of old suitcase with framed family photo and book
I have no relentless nostalgia
For the Dnieper river and environs
Where my progenitors lived until
 
They were kicked out or left
The best decision they made for us,
Their descendants, was to flee the disease
 
Of hate that infected the entire 
Area my antecedents known
By the place names
 
Where they taught
Berdychiv Medzybizh Uman
Koretz Zhytomyr Zhovkva Belz my
 
Shtetele Belz became a sh**-hole
For my ancestors they had to leave
They threw Bubbe’s candlesticks, a few prayer books
 
Into a worn suitcase and scrammed 
Myself and all who came after me
Thank them with every breath we take
 
Because they left
We live.
 
A hundred plus years later it took that long
For something fresh to rise in that cynical part
Of our planet and another diseased little man
 
With plenty of help from other corruptors
Poised to prevent the opening of windows
Onto a suffocating closed box opening on light 
 
Ancient darkness they have all the
Problems of a declining civilization
All the attendant dangers of clashing
 
Messianisms there is someone to breathe life into a 
Damaged culture so when you dream 
Dream up and send them a good
 
Vibration to open up a new
Box of gems, something
Free and beautiful
 
Give them what we can
We are one world 
And it needs us
 
All in our little
And big ways.

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