Bei 30 Grad unter Null
schlief meine fromme Tante
(immer betete sie
glaubte inbrünstig an Gerechtigkeit)
schlief meine sündlose Tante
ihre Tochter ihr Enkel
nach vielen Hungermarschtagen
auf dem Eisfeld in Transnistrien
unwiderruflich
schliefen sie ein
Der Glaube
der Berge versetzt
o weiser Wunderrabbi von Sadagora
Chane Rauchwerger glaubte an dich
wo warst du
damals
wo war dein Wunder
In memoriam Chane Rauchwerger:
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