My friend took us to the bookshop,
For my shelves are barren.
I let my mind wonder on what to read, what to collect.
Edgar Poe, Bram Stoker, Sir Doyle and Lewis Carroll,
Brothers Grimm, Mary Shelly, F. Scott Fitzgerald
All would suit my home just fine.
My companion, unlike me who enjoyed fiction literature,
Preferred the political and historical letter-works.
Darwinism, and Military memoirs
Deepening in study to tutor his mind.
I handed my friend a random large softcover.
He thanked me with a small smile.
He bought his books, I bought my own,
I then invited him over to my house,
Then to my Hanukah holiday,
And He invited me to his Christmas holiday.
The year was 1933.
The book he bought was “Mein Kampf.”