How many musicians were there?
How many Albert Einsteins,
one, two, three?
How about the writers,
how many Yehoshuas, Singers,
Roths?
How many Saul Bellows?
Any Mailers or Richlers?
The thinkers, how many Heschels?
How many Berlins?
The contrarians, the dissenters,
the revolutionaries: Did you see
any Spinozas, Marxes, Kafkas?
And oh yes, the doctors:
Any Sigmunds or Rambams?
And can you tell us what diseases
they would have cured?
Did you come across any famous
rabbis, any Soloveitchiks?
Schneersons, Carlebachs, Kaplans?
How many Ben Gurions did you see?
And what about the women:
Who did you meet? Any Golda Meirs,
Hanna Seneshes, Emma Goldmans?
Lazaruses, Streisands?
I’m almost done: How many Jerry Seinfelds were there?
And Spielberg, of course, how many Spielbergs?
Were there a few Chagals?
And the musicians did you hear a few
Sterns or Perlmans? Or Dylans?
I mean, six million is quite a number.
You must have seen something,
dear God.
