I called my grandma on the phone
To ask about the news:
Her neighborhood was down the lives
Of some a dozen Jews.

There’s a funeral today, and then
Another one tomorrow;
On Thursday they’ll still inter
The victims of the sorrow.

On Friday, Grandma goes once more
To a funeral,
Back in the day Shirley was
Her neighbor after all.

“Friday is really kind of late,”
My grandma blandly said.
“They would have done it faster,
But the surge in recent day.”

–Did she die in the most recent
Slaughter of the Jews?
“No she slowly drowned herself
Aspirating food.”