A Sunday Poem: “Warsaw”


There’s a restaurant in Warsaw

where the ghetto used to be.


450,000 Jews.


Most died in Treblinka’s gas chambers.

Some of hunger.

Some of typhus.

Some shot in the street.



the espresso is superb,

waitresses flattered by their

short skirts,

and the cherry Pierogi

are a must.


(Editor’s note: poet Shai Ben-Shalom, an Israeli-born biologist, examines current events in the Blacklock’s tradition each and every Sunday)

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