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Restoration
by David R. Slavitt

July 1, 2014 Contributed By: David R. Slavitt

In Prisov, not far from Košice, a shul
or rather an exhibit of itself
restored, except of course for its congregation,
is open for tourists to visit and inspect.

On a wall are photographs of what it looked like
when the Nazis stabled horses in its wreck,
which is just how they should have left it, a shambles,
to suggest some of the truth of what happened there.

Return to table of contents for Issue 8 Summer 2014.

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