Marvin Lurie

The Suitcase (2019)

More numerous than the hairs of my head are those who hate me with no reason. Psalms 69-5
The suitcase in the basement
or the attic, the back of a closet.
It's old, scuffed, stained.
Even if you don't know it's there, it is.
It followed you from country to country,
home to home, for generations.
It has everything you could need.
Cash to bribe a border guard.
Forged visas.
A passport with your picture and a different name.
Plane, train and bus schedules.
A map of roads to unguarded crossings
or where guards are known to be corrupt.
Pictures of people wearing clothes from another era
who look familiar, sitting on the suitcase
on docks, train platforms,
carrying it on the side of a road.
The suitcase will not move again.
It's a reminder.
A seal on its lock says,
"Never Again."

 

 

 

 

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