[Issue 3/November 2012]

She plumbed fevered pipes

behind the Warsaw ghetto’s

guarded seven foot walls

where parents entrusted children to her.

Sometimes an ambulance passed through

with a barking dog and a lumpy potato sack

still as death beside tiny coffins.

In an apple orchard she planted trees in glass jars

but those roots would be broken like a woman’s feet.

Thousands of stars were set into the sky

by four foot eleven Irena.


J.S. MacLean has been published in Canada, USA, UK, and Australia. His
collection, “Molasses Smothered Lemon Slices” is available on amazon.com. In
his spare time he works.