Windows of Black
On liberating Auschwitz-Birkenau
(for Rocko Impreveduto)
All the windows are black now
Bruised light seeping through somehow
A blind eye groping for its edge
Blind fingers feeling for a blistered edge
Thick walls built long before I was born
Decorated with people’s hopes forlorned
A limb left here; a heart dropped there
Reading doesn’t capture its terrible air
My ming standers by the numbers who came this way
The six million sould whose faces fade
What terrible thing did any of them do
Except to bear the burden of being jews
Gone are all those who kept them here
Ghosts who haunt can shed no tears
Only the living can if they will
That is those who can remember still
I read a book and it’s not the same
No Nazi guard screaming out my name
A soldier tole me hw once stepped on bones
He at first thought were stones
Then each time he tried to tie his shoes
He wondered what in their place he would do
Remembering above all when he thought back
About the windows he saw and thought were black.
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