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Alright, so
Even though it's not a good marriage
They're trying to have a baby
So... maybe
He's got good work, good pay
They're living in a country
Where no one is trying to murder them in their beds
So... maybe
They're both good people
Wouldn't you say?
He's handsome
She's pretty, so... maybe
But maybe not
After all, they come from a long line from Sarah, to Leia, to Jezebel
Of preparing for a worse that usually comes
Can these people be happy?
They're so out of practice
These are chosen people, of course
"But what", you might ask
"have they been chosen for?"
When Chaim goes to a cinema
With some friends from the synagogue
They're told "Gentiles only"
And of course, of course
They sound Romanian and of course
With more pogroms there are more Jews fleeing to Canada
Chaim sees it in the newspapers
- in the Montreal Harold this morning
"Old Stock Canadians to be Overrun by the Semitic Hordes."
Standing outside the cinema
Chaim thinks to himself
"This big cold country doesn't want him to see a movie?"
"Okay, so, no movie."
And then a crack opens up
And from so many miles away
He can see the smoke
He gets off the train at Braศov
Snow's falling; there's no commotion
It must have happened hours ago
The butcher's shop is burned
And on one of the hooks hangs the butcher's son
Along a side street
A child lies face-down in the snow
In the town's square corpses are being laid out
Chaim vomits a couple of times and then starts to run
He sees the synagogue
Its blackened beams have fallen in
Windows along his street are shattered
The front door of his house stands open
In the front room
He finds his mother
And two of his brothers
In the kitchen
He finds his father
The backdoor is open
Chaim goes towards it
But he hears a sound -
It's his father moving
Haim goes back
Pulls his father up
Wipes his mouth
Watches as his father points to the back door and says
"Your brother..."
Outside, Chaim finds his smallest brother, four years old
Curled up in the snow
His head is
Chaim kneels down and touches him
He's still warm
Haim picks him up, turns
And looks into the eyes of God
Chaim blinks
The sun is bright; he looks around
He's standing on the sidewalk outside a cinema in Montreal