Poem -
The cicatrix of time
Poem about Auschwitz
Nothing but debris and wire ,
A cynical prison of endless fear.
Rubble left untouched because of the evocation left within .
Never to forget ,
Never to echo.
The scars of anamnesis Pearce the minds.
Like a needle full of ink ,
It shall never fade .
Left in darkness ,
Left with pain.
Haunted by victims,
Not even a bird will sing there again.
An empty grave for those left behind.
A conglomeration of valuables thieved with no one to serve .
Heartless and cold ,
Our progeny recollect
