[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.

 

Bio:
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.

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