TOM  MANDEL     INNER  CIRCLE  OUT  OF  DOORS 

A N N E X    P R E S S   2 0 1 5 


I can’t say much
about the place

he chose to be
buried almost 7

decades ago, I
don’t remember

where it is, only
he’s concealed

among Jews – I
do recall that

much & recol-
lect the poor


memorial, its 6
sides of stone

may be thought
each to indicate


a path through
weedy under-

growth, but none
remains. A

visitor finds its
inscription hard

to make out: if
those are words

on the stone? But
what visitor?

I’m here today
as you can see

(in memory or
in words) &

often for (al-
though no longer

told) as a child
stories about


the place – in
gestures as

much as, more
than, words –

absorbed me
fixing its loca-


tion & giving
me mine, since


when any
route I’m on


seems at some
point to inter-


sect a path I
might (will?)


take to find it
or even offer


a glimpse of
the marker, an-


other chance to
to struggle over


its inscription
but I doubt


there’s any
message: only


the wear of time
nothing erased


by it. Indeed
so overgrown is


the memorial by
now that often


I don’t notice
where I am for


some time or
at all. Of some


visits I learn in
retrospect – say


if the stone’s
shadow should


appear in memory
or vice versa


while of others
no doubt I’m


not meant to be

aware, for like


all stories this
one can accord


to its real only
to reveal his


decades as
they disappear.