Baruch sat with Fay
on top of the concrete
bomb shelter
on the grass area
of Banks House
in early evening
looking skyward
taking in the stars
sprinkled in the dark
blue sheet of sky
and the moon quartered
as if someone
had taken a slice
out of it like cheese
the coal wharf
was closed up
the shops shut
a few stragglers walked
to the Duke of Wellington
for a drink
deserved or not
steam trains
still went over
the railway bridge
over Rockingham Street
disturbing the air
Daddy said
Jews killed Jesus
Fay said
looking side ways
at Baruch beside her
is that true?
I think the Romans
did the killing
the Jews kind of
egged them on
I suppose
Baruch said
but Jesus himself
was a Jew
he added
watching a bat
flap across the sky
catching his eye
was he?
she said frowning
he doesn't look Jewish
in the picture
in my Bible
she said
he looks
kind of unJewish
Baruch smiled
I guess they painted
the Jewishness
out of him
he said
she lay back
on the shelter roof
her hands resting
on her stomach
looking at the sky
Baruch lay beside her
the density of space
is fascinating
he said
kind of
makes you wonder
how far in it goes and on
Heaven is out there
Daddy said
Fay suggested shyly
beyond the deep dark
Baruch watched
another bat
flap by
the light of stars
reaches us
long after the star
has burnt out
and died
he said
it's like seeing
ghost stars
she laughed
and reached
for his hand
really?
she said
sure are
stars are light years away
their light takes
many years
to reach us
she held his hand
it felt warm
in the evening air
the light
from the nearest star
left there
when we
were 8 years old
and now we're 12
and seeing it
here and now
she liked to feel
his hand and skin
she dismissed
what her father said
that to touch
a Jew
was a deadly sin.
Jan 16, 2014
Jan 16, 2014 at 3:39 PM UTC
Baruch sat with Fay
on top of the concrete
bomb shelter
on the grass area
of Banks House
in early evening
looking skyward
taking in the stars
sprinkled in the dark
blue sheet of sky
and the moon quartered
as if someone
had taken a slice
out of it like cheese
the coal wharf
was closed up
the shops shut
a few stragglers walked
to the Duke of Wellington
for a drink
deserved or not
steam trains
still went over
the railway bridge
over Rockingham Street
disturbing the air
Daddy said
Jews killed Jesus
Fay said
looking side ways
at Baruch beside her
is that true?
I think the Romans
did the killing
the Jews kind of
egged them on
I suppose
Baruch said
but Jesus himself
was a Jew
he added
watching a bat
flap across the sky
catching his eye
was he?
she said frowning
he doesn't look Jewish
in the picture
in my Bible
she said
he looks
kind of unJewish
Baruch smiled
I guess they painted
the Jewishness
out of him
he said
she lay back
on the shelter roof
her hands resting
on her stomach
looking at the sky
Baruch lay beside her
the density of space
is fascinating
he said
kind of
makes you wonder
how far in it goes and on
Heaven is out there
Daddy said
Fay suggested shyly
beyond the deep dark
Baruch watched
another bat
flap by
the light of stars
reaches us
long after the star
has burnt out
and died
he said
it's like seeing
ghost stars
she laughed
and reached
for his hand
really?
she said
sure are
stars are light years away
their light takes
many years
to reach us
she held his hand
it felt warm
in the evening air
the light
from the nearest star
left there
when we
were 8 years old
and now we're 12
and seeing it
here and now
she liked to feel
his hand and skin
she dismissed
what her father said
that to touch
a Jew
was a deadly sin.
A JEWISH BOY AND CATHOLIC GIRL IN 1950S LONDON.
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