buildings came down

the Jews turned to weaving

walked barefoot, waved sticks

rocking cradles with their feet

wheat and rye to Prussia

a bank of high windows

his whistle shrilled

 

the first, the best, the leader

cats stalked the pigeons

 

the man with the common face

brass buttons

lard instead of plain oil

his alone

it was never long enough

brothels had sprung up

 

men in swallowtail gabardine

Jews in derbies

without a skull cap

 

‘a good week. a good week’

even the maid

her delectable neck

appeased at last

a place for worms and worms