Babi Yar

A poem

Moshe Forman
May 4 · 1 min read
Execution at Babi Yar, by Felix Lembersky (Wikipedia Commons)

Walking the waiting time,
through long lost fields of bending corn,
as the backs of broken men,
under shady trees, spreading the darkness,
running streams as blood flows,
the place where nature knows what passed.
Forever burdened, no sunny day to bleach clean our souls,
of that done in the past foregone, and to our eyes unseen.

Moshe Forman

Yom HaShoah, 2nd May 2019

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Moshe Forman

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When I’m not a poet, novelist, or writer of short stories, I’m a writer of creative non-fiction exploring Self, Food, Society and History. www.mosheforman.com

Lit Up

Lit Up

Welcome to Lit Up -The Land of Little Tales. Here you can read and submit short stories, flash fiction, poetry - in brief, your own legend. We're starting little. But that's how all big stories begin.

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