by Mel Glenn (Brooklyn, NY)
The walls seem so barren here.
I cannot see the sky.
The car is standing still.
We have been riding for two days.
I am alone in a cattle car.
I cannot see my father.
I can step out at any time.
Bodies are pressed against me.
I am in the Holocaust Museum.
I am in a concentration camp.
I took a shower this morning.
I am ordered to take one this evening.
Later I will go out for lunch.
I haven’t eaten all day.
My parents are back in New York.
Where are my little sisters?
I am 75 years old and retired.
I am fifteen years old and scared
Nothing really bad has happened to me.
Please, what will they do to me?
I am alive in Washington, D.C.
I am dead in Auschwitz, Poland.
The author of twelve books for young adults, Mel Glenn has lived nearly all his life in Brooklyn, NY, where he taught English at A. Lincoln High School for thirty-one years. Lately, he’s been writing poetry, and you can find his most recent poems in the YA anthology, This Family Is Driving Me Crazy, edited by M. Jerry Weiss.
If you’d like to learn more about his work, visit: http://www.melglenn.com/