A Poe emulation.

To Grandfather

Eliezer! Such thoughts have I of thee:
Thoughts of Slavic-Jewish children's laughter
And of bitter cruelty -
Germany’s complacency
The ignorance and slaughter;
But in my mind, most I see
Your solemn, resilience after
Surviving the fiery sacrifice,
Like a healthy body stripped to skin and bone
By flame. (its flesh near to gone!)
Making you trust no one,
(You understood man's price
But, alas, steadfast, took no advice.)
A life with wife and children, yet alone
Inside a prison mind well-toll’d
With friends and family dead and cold.