The return
The Return
One woman’s return from a concentration camp
She came back
I saw her this morning
Sitting in the park
Did you speak to her?
I don’t talk to ghosts
Why is she here?
There’s nothing left
We made sure of that
They should all have disappeared in smoke
Every one of them
Well, she didn’t so what do we do?
I walk by and look at them
The two men who killed my father
Here I am a reminder
Of the past
Do you dream of us at night?
Hear our screams see the blood on the stones
Did you forget my father?
You made him wash the street
With our sacred books
And laughed when you saw his tears
Tell me about my sister
What happened when you took her?
Into your garden did she cry?
Better dying among the roses
Then like mother and my little brother
Going up in smoke
Did you smell them as they drifted away?
My heart is dead
I walk among shadows
And how can I ask them
To answer questions
When everyone knows shadows are silent
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