From Generation to Generation-For Yom Hashoah (Holocaust Day)

There is a pipeline that runs 

not across the rugged terrain

Of Northern Canada or the wilds of Alaska

But across the tundra of tragic generations,

A pipeline gushing the energy of life,

Genes of fear seeping through placentas

Into innocent bundles of soon to be 

Bawling babies.

The source of this sticky fluid

That clogs the capillaries of clarity and courage 

Lies deep within ancient strata of 

Compressed hatred,

Hatred solidified into the shale of shame and terror

Trickling through seams of a grandmother’s uterus

Coursing through veins bulging with the  borscht of Russian steppes

And the “barakes”

 of the Balkans

These strings of  chromosomes stamping identities of  fear

To the forefront of children’s children

Reaching its evolutionary eruption through smoke stacks belching tender toxins

Of children’s flesh,

And those that live

Are “fracked”  into sources of continuity-

But life’s  liquid has been blackened by the soot of

Jewish skin trapped inside the chimneys

Of refineries wishing to purify Europe’s foul fuel

Of Jewish contaminants-

Yet  the oil of Hebrew babies  flows , emitting the energy 

of  breathing,  learning  and playing, and showing the world hope

But they tremble with the oil  of  terror’s transmission,

One that  stalks the pale and pretty face of my daughter.