I am haunted by the Holocaust
often, outrage at shrill death invades me, stained by being of the human race.
death by the pound by the meter in canyons and ravines
piled high. Life and death side by side and
smiling laughing dancing eating sleeping hugging loving (busy cities).
How are you, what plans do you have for the weekend? How is your wife? And the children, are they all right? Can you come to lunch on Saturday?
They closed their eyes at night before they slept without looking at the blood
and the bits of flesh in their hands.
Babi Yar was published in the 2003 issue of Writer's Journal under the writer's maiden name, Gloria Caballero