Out of the ashes we were born.

We are the next generation:
as unexpected as a diamond
on an unmarked grave
or a cube of ice in the oven.

We are the unlikely generation.

Our parents survived.
And so we were born
with sweetness in our mouths
in a world not quite Judenrein
(“clean”
swept free of Jews)
bereft.

But our parents survived
And so we were born.

And so were our children born,
with honey in their mouths,
drinking jewels at the breast.

They are the next generation,
(the blessed revenge)
as unexpected as water in the flames,
or a phoenix in the ashes.

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