Dennis Lewis

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.