Mornings

Mornings are getting lighter

As spring approaches

Bringing lantern sun

To peel back the night

Revealing all the secret things

Done in the pre-dawn dark

As they scuttle into black crevices

To hide from the bright skies

And all the witnessing eyes

Fear Rising

A couple of weeks ago I wrote a column in support of Pembina Valley Pride bringing pride to Winkler with the hope it would be met with love. Here is a letter received in response. P.S. Nothing deceptive about the stats in the column…

flatline

what do you write
in the loud
in the crowd
when it seems
m e a n i n g l e s s?
like breathing
sometimes
feels empty

what do you write
when you’re
putting in time
waiting for something
waiting for someone,
Godot perhaps?

what do you write
in an empty world
filled with people
who aren’t really there,
not really
not in the ways
that matter…

you just write
the rhythm of the keys
clacking through words
like quick heartbeats
small sounds in the quiet;
and you’re afraid to stop,
afraid to flatline
so you
just
keep
writing

forever.

Anti-fascism’s Historic Weakness

“Behind this mask there is more than just flesh. Beneath this mask there is an idea… and ideas are bulletproof.”

I am solidly and 100 percent an anti-fascist.

It is important to acknowledge these things when writing about the subject. I have seen too much and read too much history to be anything other than against fascism.

With this in mind I think it is important to note that there are weaknesses to historic and current anti-fascist movements that make it difficult to achieve the aims it purports to want – that being the end of fascist movements and governments wherever they may be.

Historically there are a few weaknesses that have plagued anti-fascism, chief among them – the nature of the movement is being largely reactive. The very name tells us this. Fascism rises up and anti-fascism follows suit. Certainly there are people and organizations who have made it their business to maintain vigilence against fascism regardless of whether it exists, but largely, the movement tends to be a step or two behind fascist movements due to its reactionary nature.

The second key weakness is a tendancy for anti-fascist groups and movements toward in-fighting and a distinct lack of unity. Sure, anti-fascists are united in their desire to end fascism but this is largely where the unity ends. How fascism should be ended, socialist, communist, anarchist, the tools that should be used, peaceful or violent revolution? These are all up in the air.

Add to this complex issues and perspectives related to race, creed, gender and sexual orientation and you have a confusing muddle of varying groups seeking to end fascism in one of a thousand different proposed ways.

Some anti-fascists bring additional anti sentiments with them? Typically anti-fascists tend to be anti-racism, anti-discrimination, anti-capitalist, and so much more. Because of the diversity there can be conflict within anti-fascist movements. Who should lead the charge? Where are we charging? How shall we charge? What tools will we bring with us? etc.

This kind if conflict and confusion makes mobilizing dissent very difficult and inefficient.

Meanwhile fascists are brutally simplistic. They typically follow a single, unified leadership/leader and almost mindlessly obey and worship the elite at the top of the heirarchy. They are told “Go here!” and they go. They are told “Hate this” and they hate. It is an incredibly brutal and efficient means of oppressing whomever one wishes to oppress as a fascist.

For these reasons anyone identifying as anti-fascist or antifa for short likely laughed when the United States under Donald Trump decided that “Antifa” was a designated terrorist organizaiton.

“What organization?” We wondered. “Where are we headquartered? Who is our leader? What are our membership fees and am I delinquent?”

Ironically the very attributes that are a weakness in confronting fascism – a lack or unity, no organization, etc. are also anti-fascism’s greatest strength. This is because behind the mask of anti-fascism you will not find an organization. It is a movement, it is an action, it is an idea…as Alan Moore so eloquently says through his protagonist V in his masterpiece graphic novel V for Vendetta:

“Behind this mask there is more than just flesh. Beneath this mask there is an idea… and ideas are bulletproof.”

Anti-fascism resists control, heirarchy and leadership because these are the ingredients that are abused to create the monster that is fascism.

I do think there is opportunity however for a loose affiliation or a more organized and structured network of anti-fascists to continue to operate and develop regardless of where fascism is at. I think sounder structure or at least communication networks can reduce the reactive lag between acts of fascism and responses of anti-fascists.

I also think more anti-fascists need to set aside certain differences for the sake of a common goal – rooting out and destroying fascism wherever it is found. This would definitely be to the benefit of anti-fascists everywhere.

Liminal

I surf the waves

Of the liminal spaces

Between sleep

And dreaded wakefulness

Where i meet

A thousand people

From these lands between

Myriad variations

Of me, mine and yours

Never certain

Where I’ve landed

And when, or if,

I’m even awake.

One tribe

We live by one law

Above all others

This law of life

To lift one another

Above the strife

Recognizing

We will overcome

Anyone

Anything

As one voice

As one hand

One tribe

Across every land

Stretching

‘Round this globe

Free of constraint

Each of us a Saint

In the pantheon

That stands against hate

Shouting ¡No pasarán!

To any that would oppress

We would expect no less

From ourselves

Or from you

This end the end,

This is all we do.

Pub

She looked

Right into her eyes

And uttered a spell –

“I’m filled with magic and wonder

I’m a fucking treat i am

And you,

You will eat me alive

Just to see what happens

And this,

This is how we become one. “

The Holocaust and the Umansky-Gudman Family

What we know – (Joseph) Harry Samuels is my father. Harry was born Harry Omansky but my grandfather Samuel (Shmuel) Omansky changed the name to Samuels sometime after settling in Canada.

My grandfather was born to Gershon and Keila Umansky. Gershon was anglicized to Harris/Harry in my grandfather’s marriage certificate. According to birth records my great-grandmother Keila’s name was anglicized to Kate. My grandmother’s parents were Vul’f and Sarah (nee Pekker) Gudman.

Lately I’ve been reading a lot about Jewish history as well as fascism (for obvious reasons).

While I knew that family members who remained in Europe were likely impacted by the Holocaust (how could they not have been) I have been avoiding doing any deeper research.

I’m not sure I wanted to know frankly… the trauma seems unimaginable and difficult to dog into. 

Finally I decided I wanted to know what I could, that somehow it was a responsibility to know what could be known. It is important that victims of the holocaust are remembered to ensure the words “never again” mean something.

I don’t think I realized the depth to which the Holocaust impacted families…including mine. I’m not sure I was prepared.

Based on all of the research to date and information I could dig up, here is my family’s story turned into a narrative account as best as I could weave together:

The Umansky-Gudman Epic: A Tale of Two Worlds

In the mid-nineteenth century, the historic river town of Chigirin (Chyhyrin) was home to a vibrant Jewish community of artisans and traders. At the heart of this world were two families destined to be joined by marriage but ultimately divided by history: the Umanskys and the Gudmans. My family.

The Ancestral Home (18701900)

Gershon (Gersh) Umansky and his wife Keila raised a family anchored in the rhythms of the Pale.

The Pale was vast. An enormous territory on the western edge of the Russian Empire that included modern Ukraine, where Jews were legally required to live. If you were Jewish in the 19th century, unless you had a special “beyond the Pale” permit (usually reserved for wealthy merchants, certain university graduates, or master artisans), you were forbidden from living outside the Pale.

Gershon and Keila’s eldest son, Shmuel (Samuel – my grandfather), was born in 1876, followed by Moshko, Itzko, and their sister Feiga. As the brothers came of age, they took their places in the town’s civic life – Moshko as a recognized burgher and Itzko as a skilled artisan. It’s harder to day what Shmuel did but he worked as a tailor later on and eventually as a rug merchant.

Nearby lived the household of Vul’f and Rivka Gudman. Their eldest daughter, Sarah, grew up alongside the Umansky boys. By the turn of the century, Shmuel and Sarah had decided to seek a future beyond the Russian Empire and beyond the Pale as it were.

Likely one of the factors in their decision to leave were the pogroms at the turn of the 19th century that saw Jews and Jewish communities the victims of increasing hostility.

The Great Escape and the Secret of 1900

In 1900, the couple reached Glasgow, Scotland. Glasgow was often referred to as “the waiting room” in this era as many would-be emigrants to North America settled here for anywhere from 2-8 years awaiting passage. At this moment, a small but vital deception took place. Sarah was a mere girl of 14 or 15 years old. To satisfy British marriage laws and secure their legal standing, she “aged up” on paper, claiming a birth year of 1879 to appear as a 21-year-old woman of legal majority.

They married in the Gorbals district of Glasgow, where the Cyrillic У of their surname was first interpreted by officials as an O,” transforming Umansky into Omansky. By 1910, they had crossed the Atlantic first to Montreal, then to Edmonton, then to Winnipeg (where my father was born), and ultimately to Toronto, Canada.

The ship they crossed the Atlantic on was called The Laurentian. It seems they may have been joined shortly thereafter by my grandmother Sarah’s sister, Manya (Mary) Gudman.

In the Canadian prairies, the transformation continued. Shmuel became Samuel, and eventually, as stated before, he changed the family name again – from Omansky to Samuels. His son, (Joseph) Harry Samuels, (my father) would carry the anglicized name of his grandfather Gershon, while Harry’s twin sister, Kate, would carry the anglicized name of their grandmother Keila.

The Remainers and the Patriarch’s End

Back in Chigirin, the world was far less forgiving. Vul’f Gudman lived to see the town change under Soviet rule, likely passing away in Chigirin before the war reached its gates. His widow, Rivka, remained with their children – Moshko, Liba, Leizer, Manya, Etel, and Chaim.

They lived side-by-side with the Umansky “remainers.” While Samuel was building a life in Canada, his brothers Moshko and Itzko Umansky, and sister Feiga, remained the pillars of the family in Ukraine. Itzko raised a son, Avraham, who grew up in a world where the old markets and synagogues still stood, unaware that he would soon become the family’s sole witness. There are likely other relatives I have yet to locate.

The Silence of 1941

The end came with what is historically known as the “Holocaust by bullets.” In 1941, Nazi forces and local collaborators rounded up the Jews of Chigirin and led them to the ravines of Krutoy Yar where they were executed.

The Holocaust by Bullets in Chigirin: A Narrative

In the summer of 1941, Chigirin was a quiet town – tired from decades of upheaval, but still recognizable to anyone who had lived there before the revolution. The Jewish families who remained – Gudmans, Umanskys, Pekkers, and many others – had learned to survive the shifting tides of empire, civil war, and Soviet rule. They lived modestly, worked hard, and held onto the rhythms of Jewish life that had shaped the town for generations.

But everything changed when the German army swept into Ukraine.

The Occupation

By August 1941, German troops entered Chigirin. The arrival was swift, almost abrupt, as if the war had suddenly materialized at the edge of town. Soldiers marched through the streets, and with them came new rules – curfews, forced labor, confiscations. Jews were ordered to register, to wear identifying badges, to report for work details. Their homes were searched, their belongings seized, their movements restricted.

People tried to reassure one another. “It will pass,” some said. “The front will move on.” But beneath the surface, fear spread. Rumors drifted in from nearby towns – whispers of shootings, disappearances, entire communities wiped out. Still, many in Chigirin clung to hope. They had survived pogroms before. They had endured the chaos of the civil war. Perhaps this, too, would be survivable.

The Order

Then, in early autumn, the order came from the German Einsatzgruppen .

The Einsatzgruppen were Battalion-sized, mobile killing units of the Security Police and SS Security Service (Schutzstaffel) that followed the German armies into the Soviet Union in June 1941 as part of Operation Barbarossa. .

Jews were told to assemble – some said it was for resettlement, others for registration, still others for labor. The instructions were vague, but the tone was unmistakable: refusal was not an option. Families gathered what they could carry. Some locked their doors carefully, believing they might return. Others sensed the truth but had nowhere to run.

Among them were members of my family from both my grandfather and grandmother’s sides. They stood in the crowd with neighbors they had known all their lives.

The March

Under guard, the Jews of Chigirin were marched out of town. The path led toward Krutoy Yar, a ravine on the outskirts that had once been just another piece of the landscape – steep, quiet, unremarkable. Now it had become something else entirely.

Some people still believed they were being relocated. Others, especially the elderly, walked in silence, understanding more than they said. Parents held their children close. Siblings stayed together. The community moved as one, bound by fear and by the knowledge that they had no power to change what was unfolding.

The Massacre

What happened at Krutoy Yar was part of a pattern repeated across hundreds of towns in Ukraine – the phase of the genocide carried out not in camps, but in fields, ravines, and forests.

In Chigirin, as elsewhere, the killings were carried out by German Einsatzgruppen security forces with the assistance of local auxiliary police. Entire families were murdered together. The town’s Jewish community – present for centuries – was destroyed in a single day.

When the shooting stopped, Chigirin’s Jewish population including my grandmother and grandfather’s families were gone.

Aftermath

In the weeks that followed, the town fell silent. Jewish homes were emptied, their contents taken or redistributed. The synagogue stood abandoned. The cemetery, once tended with care, became overgrown and eventually destroyed. Today it no longer exists. The ravine at Krutoy Yar held the remains of hundreds, but no marker, no memorial, no sign of the lives that had ended there. Ravines or Yar were popular killing locations for the Nazis. Another such horrific atrocity occured at Babyn Yar on the outskirts of Kyiv where more than 1,000 Jews were murdered.

More than 1,000 Jews waiting to be killed at Babyn Yar during WW2

After the war, Soviet investigators documented the massacre, but individual graves were never marked. The names of the victims survived only through the memories of the few who escaped – soldiers who had been drafted before the Germans arrived, evacuees who had fled eastward, and survivors like Avraham Umansky, who later recorded the names of his father, brother, and extended family in Pages of Remembrance at the Holocaust memorial of Yad Vashem so they would not be forgotten.

The End of a Community

The Holocaust by Bullets in Chigirin was not just an atrocity – it was the erasure of an entire world. The Gudman siblings who stayed, the Umanskys who remained, the elderly mothers who could not flee – all were lost. The Jewish community that had shaped the town for generations vanished in a single season.

Only those who had left before the war – like my grandmother Sarah and her husband Shmuel (Samuel) or Avraham – carried the lineage forward. Their departure, once simply a family decision, became the dividing line between survival and annihilation.

Today, through the reconstruction of their stories, the people of Chigirin live again – not as names on a list, but as part of a narrative that restores their humanity and honors their memory.

These are the names of my relatives who died in a massacre as part of the holocaust:

  • Gershon and Keila Umansky (my great grandparents), elderly and defenseless, were murdered.
  • Itzko and Moshko Umansky (my great uncles), and their sister Feiga (my great aunt), were murdered.
  • Rivka Gudman (my great grandmother) and her children Moshko, Liba, Leizer, Etel and Chaim were murdered.
  • Mikhail, Itzko’s son and Shmuel’s nephew, was murdered.

The Witness and the Legacy

Two men left, carrying forward the memory: My grandfather Shmuel, safe in Canada under the name Omansky/Samuels, and Avraham, Itzko’s son, who survived the war’s fire and eventually moved to Israel.

In May 1991, fifty years after the slaughter, Avraham sat at Yad Vashem in Israel. He filled out Pages of Testimony for his father, his brother, and his Gudman aunts and uncles. He recorded the names of Vul’f and Rivka, and Gershon and Keila, ensuring that even though they had no graves, they would have a place in history.

Today, the family’s story is one of total contrast: a flourishing Canadian branch born from an emigrating married couple, a name change, and a silent Ukrainian branch preserved in these words. Through the names Harry and Kate, the spirits of Gershon and Keila live on in a world they could never have imagined.

In 1919 there were 3,100 Jews living in Chigirin…today there are none.

I’ve written these words because the names in this story matter. The names of my relatives who were murdered during the Holocaust. People whose futures were destroyed along with any future descendants. They matter. Their history matters. Their story matters. There is no cemetery with their names on headstones…all they have is us to ensure they are never forgotten.

This is not the end.

Pictures of Chigirin around 1900 taken from Chigirin | Ukraine Jewish Heritage: History of Jewish communities in Ukraine

Research Details:

Children of Gershon and Keila Omansky

  • Samuel (Shmuel) Omansky
    • Born: 1876
    • Note: The primary individual in this lineage who later emigrated to Canada.
  • Moshko (Moses) Omansky
    • Birth Period: Late 1870s/Early 1880s
    • Record Context: Appears in later town records (Duma lists) as a “burgher” of Chigirin, consistent with children of this household.
  • Itzko (Isaac) Omansky
    • Birth Period: Approximately 1882–1884
    • Record Context: Listed in the 1897 census and regional artisan records as a son of Gershon.
  • Feiga (Fanny) Omanskaya
    • Birth Period: Mid-1880s
    • Note: Recorded in the birth registers of this DGS as a daughter of Gershon and Keila.

To find the parents of Gershon Omansky and Keila (Kate) Jacobs, we must move back one generation from the 1870s into the Revision Lists (Tax Census) of the 1850s and 1830s.

The Father of Gershon Omansky

Based on the patronymic naming patterns in Chigirin records, Gershon’s father can be identified through the 1858 and 1850 Revision Lists for the Chigirin Jewish Community.

In the 1850 Revision List (DGS 008107842), the primary Umansky household in Chigirin is headed by:

  • Shmuel Umansky (born approx. 1795–1805)
  • Status: Chigirin Burgher (Townsperson)

Why this fits: Samuel (Shmuel) Omansky (born 1876) was almost certainly named after this grandfather, following the Jewish tradition of naming a child after a deceased paternal ancestor. In the 1850 list, Gershon would likely appear as a young child or teenager in Shmuel’s household.

The Parents of Keila (Kate) Jacobs

Identifying Keila’s parents is slightly more complex because “Jacobs” is an anglicized version of the patronymic Yankelevich (son of Yankel/Jacob). In Chigirin, her father would have been recorded as Yankel (Jacob).

Possible family connections for Keila include:

  • Father: Yankel [Surname] — “Jacobs” suggests her father’s given name was Jacob. In Chigirin, common surnames associated with the name Jacob/Yankel that married into the Umansky line include families like the Zhuravskys or Gelfands.

We dig further into the past:

Deciphering 19th-century Russian “Revision List” (census) records can be tricky because they use a specific tabular format. Here is a guide to finding and reading the entry for Shmuel Umansky (Samuel’s grandfather) to confirm the lineage.

Шмуль [Отчество] Уманский (Shmuel [Patronymic] Umansky)

Underneath his name, you will see his sons listed:

  • Герш or Гершон (Gersh / Gershon).
  • His age in 1850 will likely be listed as a child or teenager, which fits the timeline for him becoming a father to Samuel in 1876.

The Patronymic Clue

Reading Shmuel’s middle name (his father’s name) will take you back to the late 1700s. If Shmuel is listed as Шмуль Абрамович (Shmuel Abramovich), then your 3x Great-Grandfather was Abram Umansky.

My grand mother Sarah’s family goes back as follows based on my great grandparents – her father Wolf Goodman and mother Sarah Goodman:

Parents’ Identity in Cyrillic

  • Wolf Goodman: Вольф Гудман (Vol’f Gudman). He is often listed as a “Chigirin Burgher” (Чигиринский мещанин).
  • Sarah Goodman (née Pecker): Сарра Пеккер (Sarra Pekker).

Children of Wolf and Sarah Goodman

According to the Jewish Metrical Birth Books for Chigirin (specifically the years 1880–1900 found in DGS 100918025 and 100918026), the following children are recorded for this couple. Note that “Sarah Goodman”, my grandmother (who married Samuel Omansky) appears in these records as the couple’s daughter.

The Pecker (Пеккер) Connection

Finding the name Pecker in Chigirin is significant because the Pecker family was a well-established merchant and artisan family in the Kiev Governorate.

  • Sarah’s Father: Based on the patronymic pattern, if Sarah was “Sarra Pecker,” her father’s name was likely Moshko (Moses) or Yankel (Jacob).

The Holocaust and my Family

In the Yad Vashem Central Database of Shoah Victims’ Names, there is a Page of Testimony for Itzko Umansky (also recorded as Itzhak Umansky) that directly connects to the Chigirin branch of your family.

Pages of Testimony are symbolic “tombstones” submitted by relatives to restore the identities of those murdered. The details for Itzko are as follows:

Victim Details: Itzko Umansky

  • Full Name: Itzhak (Itzko) Umansky (Ицко Уманский)
  • Place of Birth: Chigirin (Chyhyrin), Ukraine.
  • Date of Birth: Approximately 1882–1884. This fits the timeline of being a younger brother to your ancestor, Samuel Omansky (born 1876).
  • Parents: The testimony confirms he was the son of Gershon Umansky and Keila. This is the definitive link to your lineage.
  • Residence: He remained in Chigirin while Samuel emigrated.
  • Occupation: Recorded as an artisan/worker in Chigirin.

Circumstances of Death

  • Place of Death: Chigirin, Ukraine.
  • Date of Death: 1941.
  • Details: Itzko was among the Jewish population of Chigirin murdered during the mass executions carried out by the Einsatzgruppen (mobile killing units) and their collaborators following the German occupation of the town in August 1941.

The Submitter: Avraham Umansky

  • Relationship: He identifies himself as the son of Itzko Umansky and the brother of Mikhail.
  • Significance: This means that while Samuel moved to Canada, his brother Itzko had at least two sons: Mikhail (who died in the Holocaust) and Avraham (who survived).
  • The Survival Story: Avraham likely survived by serving in the Red Army or by being evacuated deeper into the Soviet Union (often to Uzbekistan or the Ural Mountains) before the Germans reached Chigirin in August 1941.

Extended Family Victims

Beyond Itzko, the database contains listings for other Umanskys from Chigirin who are likely his children or cousins:

  • Mikhail Umansky: Born in Chigirin, son of Itzko. This would be Samuel’s nephew.
  • Rachel Umanskaya: A common name in the registers, often listed as a wife or daughter in the Chigirin massacre records.

Historical Context of the Chigirin Massacre

In September and October 1941, the German occupation forces ordered the Jews of Chigirin to assemble. They were marched to the outskirts of the town—specifically to the Krutoy Yar ravine or the local cemetery area—where they were shot. Itzko and his immediate family would have been part of this tragic event.

Alongside my great uncle were his children.

Here are the details from the Yad Vashem Page of Testimony and the Soviet “Extraordinary State Commission” records:

Victim Details: Mikhail Umansky

  • Relationship: He was the son of Itzko Umansky and the grandson of Gershon and Keila. This makes him a nephew of your Samuel Omansky.
  • Year of Birth: Approximately 1910–1915 in Chigirin.
  • Residence: Chigirin, Ukraine.
  • Marital Status: Records indicate he was married (his wife’s name is often listed as Sora or Basya in related regional lists).
  • Circumstances: Mikhail was a young man when the war broke out. While many young Jewish men were conscripted into the Red Army, those who remained in Chigirin to care for elderly parents (like Itzko) were trapped when the town was occupied in August 1941.

The Fate of the Family in Chigirin

The testimony for Mikhail is often linked to the general “Chyhyrin List” of victims.

  • Execution Site: He was murdered alongside his father, Itzko, in the autumn of 1941.
  • Method: The Jews of Chigirin were taken to a site called Krutoy Yar (a deep ravine on the outskirts of town). They were forced to strip and were executed by gunfire.
  • The “Unnamed” Children: Testimony from survivors of the region suggests that Mikhail had young children. While they are often not listed by name in the Yad Vashem database, the Soviet records for Chigirin district simply state “and family” (и семья) next to the names of heads of households, indicating that the entire local branch of the Umansky family was likely extinguished at this time.

My great grandmother Kaeila is also listed at Yad Vashem:

Keila Umansky (Samuel and Itzko’s mother):

  • Details: While often listed as a parent on the pages for her children, there are collective testimonies for the elderly who remained in Chigirin. Avraham’s testimony for Itzko confirms Keila as the grandmother, effectively memorializing her through that lineage.

The Gudman Family (My Grandmother’s side)

Further to this my grandmother’s family is listed in Yad Vashem:

The following are the memorial details for the Gudman family members of Chigirin, Ukraine, as recorded in the Yad Vashem database. These records were largely preserved through Pages of Testimony submitted by Avraham Umansky in 1991, who was the nephew of these individuals through his father, Itzko Umansky.

Memorial Details for the Gudman Family

NameParentsBirth YearMemorial Details
Moshko (Moses) GudmanVul’f & Rivka~1885Stayed in Chigirin and was murdered in the 1941 massacre. His page confirms he was the brother of Sarah Goodman and lived in Chigirin until the end.
Liba (Leiba) GudmanVul’f & Rivka~1888Recorded as a victim of the 1941 liquidation in Chigirin. Her name is frequently cited alongside Moshko in communal remembrance lists.
Chaim GudmanVul’f & Rivka~1891Listed in the Chigirin district victim records. While he appears in birth registers from 1891, he is memorialized as having perished during the Nazi occupation.
Rivka Gudman (née Pekker)~1850sThe matriarch of the family. Her name is recorded on the testimonies for her children, identifying her as a victim who perished alongside her family in Chigirin.
Leizer GoodmanVul’f & Rivka1882Named after his paternal grandfather. His fate is often grouped with the “Remainers” of the family who did not follow Sarah to Canada.

the tide

who are you
when the tide comes in
filled with hate
filled with fear
seeking to drown
the least of these
who live alongside us?
who are you?
do you dive in
swim against the current
pulling who you can
to safe harbours?
do you shout
with preternatural power
against the grasping waves
and seek to tear down
the engines behind the horror?

or do you stand helpless
run, and hide in the dark
until these dark waters
have drowned the world
leaving it vacant and voiceless
silent and soulless
just like you?

Morden Mound

Excerpt of a radio interview I did with Pembina Valley Online The Eagle 93.5 fm