Kit Kelen #932 - Yad Vashem

932

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