Legacy


It wasn’t a Stradivarius. 

The Nazi’s cared less.

But he’d made it sing

knew which notes would be needed

coax a smile.

Grandpa couldn’t have imagined

so long after his life’s door

clanged shut

how his last wishes would

ignite the competitive flame

of sibling rivalry or

revisit the stench

of his youngest infant

wrapped in blue

his two older sons

forced 

to dig up 

rebury 

elsewhere.

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