poetry by Davi Walders

Zegota

Just the two of us in the chaos
of ghetto round-ups. Zofia and Wanda,
Wanda and Zofia, begging parents
for the children, catching them as they
were thrown. Every day, we came
here for the children.
Umshlagplatz.
A quarter million deported, ripped out

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