Immigration (Poem)

What did she hear on the journey?

The flame’s roar consumed everything that could burn.

The soldier’s laughter made a mockery of joy.

Her mother’s voice would never again say the blessing for taking challah.

Her father’s whispers; the creak of the sodden ship; her silence.

At Ellis Island the raucous seagulls wheeled overhead and cawed.

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