Jewish Affairs

Poetry, Pesach 2011

Israel Silberhaft, Peter Austin, Ben Krengel, Bev Moss-Riley

 

                    Why we cry

We cry for the lost moment

The excruciating and the endless torment

We hold the world in our hand

But conventions we cannot bend

We yield and bear and conform

Dreading the coming frightening storm

We cannot say goodbye

Because for sure something deep in us will forever die

                                                                   Israel Silberhaft

 

                Eva’s Diary

One is famous, one forgotten;
Both, however, had to sup
Hegemony’s sauerbraten
And to drain its bitter cup.

Every unconnected layman
Knows that ‘Anne’ belongs with ‘Frank’;
Should you mention Eva Heyman,
Though, he’ll only draw a blank.

If it’s framed as an enquiry,
You can answer that, like Anne,
She confided in a diary
When her holocaust began,

Though she didn’t find an attic
In Varad (near Budapest),
Making rather less dramatic,
Though it hastened, her arrest.

Her opinions – so observant,
Of a world so inhumane –
She’d entrusted to a servant,
Ere they thrust her on the train.

They had been a living treasure,
Not a bundle in a drawer,
If she’d only had the leisure
To record a hundred more.

                                     Peter Austin

[Eva Heyman began her diary in February, 1944. 

Less than four months later, she was deported to

Auschwitz and put to death]                                              

 

                 Ibises

White Ibises of Benoni
Fly from Lakeside
Forever eastward.
Their patrols
Skirt the heights
Weaving swerving out of sight
Wings beating in straight lines
To vleis, ponds & streams.

Raucous, wading deep
Waters squirming with grubs & worms.
Splashing, catching
Food to eat
Bodies long & sleek
Bobbing bent beaks.

They return in flight
Before the night
Settle down in trees
Keeping one another company
The branches rustle
With caws & peeps
Before they settle down to sleep.

                                      Ben Krengel

 

The aftermath of Yom Tov

The aftermath of Yom Tov

Is filled with good intention

Lose a kilo, maybe more, enough to make a mention

Get in shape for summer or the simcha soon to follow

Until all we do again is pack it in and swallow!

Why do we feel victimised with cardiac arrests

When we tend to earn the likes of them

Yet what we love to do is fress

                                                         Bev Moss-Riley