On a break in Prague.. Visited the old synagogue where all the names of those murdered by the Nazis are listed on its four walls, including my grandparents and uncles.
Seeing their names,
Listed on the wall,
Date of birth,
Date of death,
Drove a nail
Into my soul.
I found out that
They had all been
Gassed
On the same day.
I cried so much,
I broke the tissues.
They stuck to my eyes,
Like snow on my eyelids.
You gently
Picked the pieces
Off my face,
Carefully grooming me,
Like a monkey
Picking lice
Out of his mate's
Hair.
And then out into
The ancient graveyard.
Nothing had changed
For a thousand years.
Time had pushed
All the headstones together,
Forever making room
For new generations,
Forever keeping the faith.
Poetry by Esti D-G
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Written on 2005-11-26 at 17:59
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Tissues
Seeing their names,
Listed on the wall,
Date of birth,
Date of death,
Drove a nail
Into my soul.
I found out that
They had all been
Gassed
On the same day.
I cried so much,
I broke the tissues.
They stuck to my eyes,
Like snow on my eyelids.
You gently
Picked the pieces
Off my face,
Carefully grooming me,
Like a monkey
Picking lice
Out of his mate's
Hair.
And then out into
The ancient graveyard.
Nothing had changed
For a thousand years.
Time had pushed
All the headstones together,
Forever making room
For new generations,
Forever keeping the faith.
Poetry by Esti D-G
Read 551 times
Written on 2005-11-26 at 17:59
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