issue 34 > poetry > sultz
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Farewell Sokolievka, 1941
by Philip Sultz
It was thirty miles north of Uman
where Mendl sang a melody that his
wife often played on the piano as he
ran into the darkness with the others. But
now it’s quiet there, and the melody and
all the names are gone, and the train no
longer stops thirty miles north of Uman.