Tuesday, 31 May 2016

Poems of the heart: On visiting Auschwitz, 24 May 2016


image c. Nik M
Blue sky, 
buttercups,
bird song.
Barbed wire,
watchtowers,
whispering.
Hush.
Hush.
The spent,
in ashes,
sleep.
Stories lost,
stories found,
stories told,
profound
remembering
in sighs
and convulsed sobbing.
Undying stones
bear witness,
pray kaddish
for the dead.
                                           c.Nik M

1 comment:

Barbara Bruneau said...

Lovely and terrifying.

The first thought to form in my mind after reading this is:
Be still, and know that I am God! The Lord of hosts is with us; the God of Jacob is our refuge.
(Psalm 46:10-11)