Poetry of Issue #2                        Page 18
Table of Contents Click page 1 Click page 2 Click page 3 Click page 4 Click page 5 Click page 6 Click page 7 Click page 8 Click page 9 Click page 10 Click page 11 Click page 12 Click page 13 Click page 14 Click page 15 Click page 16 Click page 17 Click page 19 Click page 20 Click page 21 The Blog Bog The Mag Rack	German Tourism 1940, Krakow from a photograph at the Schindler Museum Caught at their leisure strolling through town, they have spotted a Jew venturing out. One soldier has brought his   scissors. Passersby are paused to watch. He is standing still, arms by his sides, looking into winter gray   air in his black hat, black coat – the young man snipping the sidelocks carefully gathered, in his concentration   war, the world, briefly gone. His friends smile at the camera, a forgotten hand resting on a sleeve.                             Burt Kimmelman__	Castrated Bulls                   In the south of Holland thirty years ago I saw castrated bulls on the top of a hill. Each with the saddest of eyes. One then another would start a charge. Three, four steps down the hill and then they would stop.                   Sometimes I gather myself, gather myself. A faint memory of an emotion, a faint sense of who I once was. Three quick steps. And I stop. I feel the most horrible sadness in my eyes.                             Robert Roth __