It all happened so fast. The ghetto. The deportation. The sealed cattle car. The fiery altar upon which the history of our people and the future of mankind were meant to be sacrificed.
Most people think that shadows follow precede or surround beings or objects....
I wanted to end my life so bad and was in my car ready to go down that ramp...
I think that the job of poetry its political job is to refresh the idea of justice which is going dead in us all the time.
