Untitled I
I rise from
the ground
the grave
as the sun is reborn.
My eyes dull
mirrors of your own.
My body
shrivelled
useless
made of bone
and teeth,
blood and
muslin.
Untitled II
I wonder if I
will rise from
the ash of my
family, like a
Phoenix.
Or if I have
already been
consumed.
Jennifer Rich
Jennifer Rich is a professor of Sociology, and Director of the Rowan Center for the Study of the Holocaust, Genocide, and Human Rights. Her first book, Keepers of Memory, is about intergenerational memory and the Holocaust. She is currently at work on a book that traces her family story, particularly the fault lines between history and memory. Her work has also appeared in The Washington Post, The Philadelphia Inquirer, The Conversation, and Hechinger Report.
Twitter: @jdrich219
About these poems
Untitled I and II are about the family stories that both consume and propel us.
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