Friday, July 20, 2018

Kit Kelen #932 - Yad Vashem

Yad Vashem

so many of mine
of my little name
so many misspellings
ways to say

so little to know
and still
in photographs
nobody is anymore

everyone is here
it's like the train
and we're choofing along
just minding our own
yes you could call it business

how full of life and love!
and bitter, in hunger and in thirst
in loss, the nameless of the picture
ambiguous as I to them
in the future they are not to know

those Nazis seem so always angry
I don't think the drugs are helping

you put your finger on the glass
and that's as close as touch

faces of the trauma
tricked, gone smiling unknown to a death

it was this anonymity
invisible it was and is
such a little name
so many
not all written down

and what do I say to them now?

I wasn't there
I didn't know
there was nothing I could do


  1. but cry to the wind
    grab at the ash
    see what forms beyond


  2. appointment
    with the past
    better late than never


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