Stranger In Moscow

To a Jewish Autonomous Oblast

Photo by Sergey Pesterev on Unsplash

Strange birds didn’t know how to fly, false migration, in modern world Moscow, so relocation took place, Stalin's dirty hands, piracy explains, their wings to fail on this iceberg tip, Arctic circle lip, Freudian licks icecream flavors 100km winds, where no tradition will remain but the last breath that sang Hatikvha, on mute.

Trans-Siberian trains follow to where the holocaust rhymes with Ukrainian proverbs. Just on another side of the continental shelf, where the self is pushed to the edge.

human beings on hold, cold war, coal cake sprinkles on eyelids to look at nothing but footprints on solid snow in order to keep Judaism in dying silence.
Where nobody dares compassion to show.

Pockets full of wisdom were told to contain no gold and let liberty unfold.
On a strange occasion.
Somewhere between rainbows impossible and Northern Lights magnetic pole.
Jewish rats, found a retreat to repeat life.
Even when neck is h/caressed by knife.

But…

“How does it feel?

How does it feel?

When you’re alone and…..

you’re cold inside”