THE SECOND STATION: BABI YAR
he was angry
& smelled
like the righteous
slew
the clean & pure,
ran over them
& they went down
before us
faint
& streaked,
the bars
along the way
increased & multiplied
before our eyes
their place
spread far & wide,
was like my spirit
& my sword
that made you see
Jerome Rothenberg
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