Diana Darby ** "I V" ** Intravenous

Plank By Plank

They come
when you’re invisible,
pennies by the thousands,
the backseat rat,
the blinking eye,
listening.
The man is you,
my boy.
It’s all the same.
The cold darkness
that says
you are not from my country.
I want to go back
plank by plank
and discover the truth.
I want to go back to Lublin
and taste the strudel my father ate.
Another Jew
passing through.