box of jars

ming holden
Ground Passage

Left with this truth, then, 
Cheekbones like ice picks:

So forgive me for not asking 
For for
For not being more 
												Those who made it
												out of Germany (one aunt, two 								
												grandparents) left the Jewish
												life behind.  It rings
												empty, nudges remembered
												horrors awake.
												It is just
														I do not know Hebrew.
												A tattoo.  
I come forth 
Out of such a deep
Replaced by root replaced
Colors done justice with pastels.


														Connect us.