Why
Why!
It was a picture I had seen in an old magazine on a rack
in the second hand store. The magazine felt brittle and
smelled musty but the picture held my eyes captive.
A group of Jewish women (or so I suspect) in black
and white stripes. Stitched on, was a faded yellow star.
Each one alike; each one with ashen heads cast down;
bewildered and standing in frozen snow.
I didn't know them
yet-
I knew them.
eyes crying out to me
and asking why.
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