Aunt Anna’s Antenna

Aunt Anna’s antenna was long and drawn
From the top of her head

She’d polish it daily, receiving transmissions
From who knows where when

One day she was drinking tea, the war was
On, as it’s been for so long,

When they came and loaded her onto a train, antenna and all, and took her away

Which she must’ve seen coming
So many did too, but what could they do?

Elliot Sperber is a writer, attorney, and adjunct professor. He lives in New York City and can be reached at and on twitter @elliot_sperber