Poem – Holocaust Redux (By Donal Mahoney)

Holocaust Redux
They’ll be coming for us,
the old lady told the young man 
next to her, the two of them
sitting on stones under the bridge 
surrounded by trolls  
sworn to protect them.
Victors come for those 
who fight and oppose them, 
the old lady told the young man,
now almost in tears,
his hands ripping his hair.
They came for my parents in Poland,
the old lady told the young man,
but my parents got on a ship,
came here without any papers
and they were allowed to stay.
They had a good life with children,
the old lady told the young man,
and I am the last of the four.
That’s why I’m here with you now
and telling you it’s time to go.
There’s no other way.
We don’t have much time,
the old lady told the young man,
so grab the satchels and run.
The trolls mean well 
but the victors are coming
and the trolls can’t stop them.
We must find a ship  
and go somewhere else.
We must find a way.

Author Bio:

donal-mahoney Donal Mahoney lives in St. Louis, Missouri. He has had fiction and poetry published in various publications in the U.S. and elsewhere. Among them are The Galway Review (Ireland), The Recusant (England), The Missing Slate (Pakistan), Guwahatian Magazine (india), Bluepepper (Australia), The Osprey Journal (Wales), Public Republic (Bulgaria), and The Istanbul Literary Review (Turkey). Some of his earliest work can be found at and some of his newer work at