Snow fell on the grittiness of the camps.
Curtains of crystals
Which in other times
Brought comfort and joy,
But not here.
Snow fell on the water frozen in the pothole puddles.
Men and women
Fatigued by relentless life
Barely noticed cold on cold.
A pureness in the grey
Snow fell on fingers turned blue with cold.
Frost infiltrated skin
Thinned by months of relentless hardship.
Chills slithered snakelike
Through xylophone ribs
Life moves on.
Camps in other countries.
Hunger in other bellies.
Heads turned in other directions.
A response to a visit to the Holocaust Memorial in Berlin. Just trying to make sense of it.
Today joining with Poetry Pantry at Poets United. I do get cheerful sometimes!