ר ו ד ו ר ו ד ־ ל כ
ב In Every Generation
Crossings- A Fugue Poem
Eillene Leistner
He escaped Siberia across the Urals, his nearly frozen nose still intact, his once blond hair turned jet coal black. He crossed the Urals back to his home, destroyed by war, neighbors still killing his kin and more. He crossed that broken world, left it to be rebuilt, without his skills, talents, brains or wit.
He crossed two countries, found a DP camp with thousands of others waiting to flee. Laws changed, two years passed, he traded vouchers for fresh food and silver to buy his passage at sea. He crossed the ocean on a repurposed war ship, learned new languages, escaped his past with a strong English name. Welcomed by new family, he buried old memories, never to talk about the pain or joy, though sometimes he cried like a little boy.
Carpentry was his trade, he built pearl tables that were inlaid and cabinets galore,
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