Friday, October 23, 2009

A Monument to All Our Sins...

There is no flowing water
Save that which falls
From heavy hung heads
For no man there
Looks another in the eye.
Nuts and leaves carpet
Moss and mud
For there is no life that lives there
Even the flowers are weeds.
Nature knows where evil lain
All that remains
Is mist and shadow
And a monument to all our sins.

Written after a visit to Auschwitz-Birkenau

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