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Revisionism Russell Rowland The blitzkrieg of a gale out of the east: trees drop in line, machine-gunned villagers. But in the sepia-tinted daguerreotype, they remain forever saplings, straight. Or in some glade, a family of Krakow Jews, seven in number—parents, two grandmothers, three children, a menorah of cadavers— gather companionably, albeit in midair. Heads bowed, arms at sides, they seem to be listening: Hear, O Israel ‌ The girl-child alone revolves in pavane. Were they not cut down, restored alive to their prosperous village? Was not the lost lamb actually found, in this retelling, by David, the boy with a sling? Old storm-troopers died philanthropists? Even the heart has forgotten what it hid.


2017 Freshwater Literary Journal  
2017 Freshwater Literary Journal  

Professional literary journal produced at Asnuntuck Community College