Grandpa Sasha

By Luchik ‘24

My grandpa is a fist over anvil glowing red. Grandpa hammered from the earth, Adacha cast of lead.

My grandpa is Joshua, Crumpling Iron Curtains in his hand. My grandpa is old Moses, Boiling theAtlantic in a pan.

Grandfather eats Fascists for dinner And Communists for lunch, Chess Grandmasters for breakfast, And bureaucrats with brunch. My grandpa married dynamite, Who’d shattered mountains in her spite, And reared two generations With borscht and warm insight.

My grandpa is a helpless boy Thrown onto a train. They blacked out all the windows And hid from fiery rain.

While trumpets screamed above, And sirens moaned below, Aworld billowed up in ash To horns of Jericho.

My grandfather is never wrongIt’s their fault they won’t listen. Grandpa is an atom bomb, Thanksgiving dinner- fission. My grandpa split the earth apart, Clenched palms worn and marred, He stormed the Reichstag fifty times and planted maple in our yard.