Yad Vashem
Shoes
Thousands of them
Old and shriveled up like prunes
Worn leather with no luster
Shoes
Walked in by men
Men of the past who died in a scream
One loud scream
One deafening sound
An echo felt from inside my soul
Chains and memoirs
Boxcars and stolen treasures
Today I leave this museum believing I am a Jew.
10-13-17
gwendolen song
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