by Milton P. Ehrlich (Leonia, NJ)
Father wept in ‘33
when smoke from book burning
wafted down Polack Alley in Maspeth.
He knew the line from Heine:
When they burn books,
they will ultimately burn people.
My family huddled in fear
as synagogues burned on Kristallnacht.
rampaged through my childhood dreams.
When swastikas were painted
on the front door of our synagogue,
we were dismissed early from Hebrew School,
and, hurrying home I was waylaid
by snarling teenagers
who dragged me into Mt Olivet cemetery,
tied me to a tombstone and spray-painted
a swastika on the back of my coat.
My uncle survived a year at Dachau as a child.
As an adult, he never went to sleep
without a full tank of gas in his car,
who slept with a packed suitcase
beneath his bed.
Milton P. Ehrlich, Ph.D., an 85-year-old psychologist, has published numerous poems in periodicals such as Descant, Wisconsin Review, Rutherford Red Wheelbarrow, Toronto Quarterly Review, Christian Science Monitor, Huffington Post, and The New York Times.