Robert Hill Long

For the Sellers and Buyers of the Book

  
Or else this: you choose to make your hands home to nothing but themselves. You keep them minimally employed: allow them a few tools, charge them with gathering food and defending you. And your eyes, you can avert them. You can choose not to look into the thin dirty faces, no law requires you to remain here reading off the names.

For like Jews, this country, too, often ends up ignored, sold into ill usage. Crowded and stacked, concentrated in lightless places, not to re-emerge the same way it went in.

Remaindered in a pillar of smoke.

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