Uncle History has gotten his finger stuck—
Its hard to explain—
He’s like the Dutch boy
But instead of water
He’s holding back a tsunami
Of ghosts…Babi Yar, Palestine
And there’s Uncle’s finger in the air
Blocking the terrible dead
Phom Penh, Dachau
Spirits of ash
He’s holding his station, Uncle History
Guarding a port in pure nothingness
He thinks of how
The glances of faithful children
Are doomed
And move
From face to face
Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University
