Friday, July 28, 2017
Poem: SITTING SHTETL FOR THE LIVING
SITTING SHTETL FOR THE LIVING
He has six months left,
If it's even that.
What can I say to ease his pain?
We're both secularists; we both accept
The reality that presents itself to us.
Why do I feel the need to speak?
Is it to ease my pain, not his,
To ease my frustration for him?
He is not the first secularist friend
That I have had die.
But, he’s the first for whom
I’ve had this much advance notice.
Sitting shtetl is about listening.
Only then about speaking.
I can ease his pain best
By dealing with mine in other ways.
But, I’m still talking about me.
What, other than listening,
Will ease his pain?
I hope he knows of what will help
And reaches out
To one or more of his listeners.
It doesn’t have to be me.
“Control freak” is just a label that
I don’t have to use.
Others surely feel the same.
Helpless, frustrated, angry.
Rest in peace among the living,
For as long as you can.