Max Heinegg's work has appeared in The Cortland Review, The American Journal of Poetry, December Magazine, Crab Creek Review, and Columbia Poetry Review, and has been nominated for Best of the Net and the Pushcart Prize. He is also a singer-songwriter. He live in Medford, MA, where he teaches English at Medford High School.


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Poets Resist
Edited by Sarah Clark
December 17, 2018

Max Heinegg

Swastikas in the Snow

Cornell students found three in nine days, November, 2018 This morning, students walk past the symbol, each time less sure of who they were sharing meals with. Some asshole, just fucking around. Fear enters the conversation. So pretend that by the afternoon, when memory warms the sign to water, because it is November & not winter yet, that there will be no longer so clear a signature, & that we can go back to feeling hatred in the abstract, authorless. But it was photographed. Unlike my dead relatives, so entirely disappeared I have to ask my father for their story & dates of escape & what made it possible. Name changing, Feilchenfeld to Heinegg, planning, money for a ticket, & (not for all) luck. A month later, Hitler crossed the border. Those who heard no harbinger had days, or less, or none. A brutal thought has no noble future, yet it pleases to remember in another time, in another Ithaca the poet called it justice to rain arrows on disgrace, & only fitting to reclaim a desecrated home. This morning, my friends in Pittsburgh have to persuade their children to take the bus. This morning, my friends in Pittsburgh have to persuade their children to take the bus. This morning.


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