With poems such as “Small Preposterous Planet, Wouldn’t You Say?” (“Barbaric to write poetry after Auschwitz / the philosopher Adorno declared, declared in the same language that Kafka used. / Auschwitz is mine, created me, / makes me write word after word / in protest to the wordlessness of death / makes me sit quietly in a room in Charlottetown / writing this poem, longing to undo Auschwitz / undo my essence, transform the gas chambers and crematoriums / into swaying trees and colourful clouds of God’s breath”), the unflinching poems in My Post-Holocaust Second Generation Voice: History / Memory / Identity invite the reader to join the writer in his mind-and-heart poetic journey through the past, present, and with hope for the future.