Morris is a young man, looks older
\ngenetics rendering high, sparse hairline
\npolitics, poverty of shtetl life added years
\nemigration degradation, new country
\nold life, old ways transitioning to\u2026?<\/p>\n
\u201cIkh vunder, vos vet vern fun aundzer zin? The question, the response Here Cossacks have been replaced I nod in agreement as I only can I can only nod silently as my grandfather And then I realize it wasn\u2019t \u2013 Mark L. Lucker Morris is a young man, looks older genetics rendering high, sparse hairline politics, poverty of shtetl life added years emigration degradation, new country old life, old ways transitioning to\u2026? \u201cIkh vunder, vos vet vern fun aundzer zin? zeyere zin?\u201d he muses aloud Fannie, his wife,…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":694,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,441,1],"tags":[4938,4906,5021,5045,5046],"class_list":["post-109790","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-poetry-prompt-responses","category-uncategorized","tag-2022full","tag-2022fullmarathon","tag-2022hour4","tag-2022-prompt-4","tag-2022-prompt-4-100-years"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/109790","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/694"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=109790"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/109790\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":109955,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/109790\/revisions\/109955"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=109790"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=109790"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=109790"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nzeyere zin?\u201d<\/em> he muses aloud
\nFannie, his wife, rolls her eyes and sighs
\n\u201cYour sons will find a way.
\nWho knows if they will have sons?
\nIf they will even live to do?\u201d<\/p>\n
\nnot really an answer
\nlinger, in the air integral parts of
\npiquant nature of
\nNew York City tenement life
\nurban chaos filters in
\nfrom crowded street below
\nclacking hooves, pushcart wheels
\nsound only vaguely as
\nramshackle wagons on hard dirt<\/p>\n
\nby beat cops only
\nslightly less likely to beat, or harass
\nwithout prompting though
\nequally as cynical toward you, yours
\n\u201cWhat is this place?\u201d
\nwonders Morris
\n\u201cWhat will become of us all? What is life?\u201d<\/p>\n
\nwe sit at a small, wooden table
\nthat doesn\u2019t exist
\nI listen to a man I never met
\nwho worries of the fate of
\nhis two sons, as I do mine
\nthough I can only nod in agreement
\nwith my grandfather,
\nas he knows not of what will become of
\nmy father, my uncle \u2013 brothers who
\ndrifted apart in life, do not join us today<\/p>\n
\nspeaks to nobody in particular
\ncertainly not the unknown me
\nas I can only sit, and wonder aloud
\n\u201cIkh vunder, vos vet vern
\nfun aundzer zin? zeyere zin?\u201d<\/em>
\nin clunky, halting Yiddish I learned online
\nas my father never spoke it,
\nand I never heard it in my youth<\/p>\n
\nreally necessary
\nas oddly, logically, unironically
\nmy grandfather and I
\nspeak the very same language <\/p>\n
\n\u00a9 2022
\nhttp:\/\/lrd.to\/sxh9jntSbd<\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"