“Blood on Their Hands”—A Mort Laitner Poem
I examined his hand as if I were a detective. [Joyce Fienberg]
Looking for any tell-tale signs of blood under his fingernails. [Richard Gottfried]
Seeing none I shook his hand. [Rose Mallinger]
But I felt an invisible stickiness. [Jerry Rabinowitz]
Excusing myself, [Irving Younger]
I ran to my sink. [Bernice Simon]
Scrub, scrub, scrub away the evidence of his crime. [Sylvan Simon]
More soap, more soap, more soap. [Daniel Stein]
Hot water burns, burns, burns the outer layer of my skin. [Melvin Wax]
I knew what he did. [Cecil Rosenthal]
And when and why and how the blood got there. [David Rosenthal]
