Auschwitz, Spring 1945
Sunshine tugs at blades of forbidden grass;
Totalitarian winter rots in its trench,
Trees replay their leafy dreams...
Survivors of winter’s holocaust.
In the ground, traumatized roots
Whisper in their sleep;
An elsewhere-world tempted
Back to life by memories
Of wind and the sweetness of rain.
Shapes struggle in webs of smoke
Striped coats in tatters
Eyes weeping without tears
Faces like carved stones
Broken prayers burning on their lips.