Martin Robertson

Now and Then


Children of the mines

on hands and knees in dark,

weight of the roped truck

cutting naked loins.

But that was long ago,

long before naked Jews

were herded into gas.

And that is past too.

World about us now

West and South and East

all’s not for the best.

But that is far away.

On our own doorstep

(sink that searching gaze)

stinking jetsam lies.

Here.  Now.  No escape.