Night

"Yisgadal, veyiskadash, shmey raba. . ." May His name be celebrated and sanctified.
In the history of Jewish men had ever before recited the Kaddish for themselves.

To forget the dead would be akin to killing them a second time.

"With only one desire to eat I no longer thought of my father or my mother. From time to time I would dream. But only of soup, an extra ration of soup."

That was when i began to hate them, and then my hatres remains our only link today.

"Our first act as free men was to throw ourselves onto the provisions. No thought of revenge. Only of bread."

We saw flames rising from a tall chimney into a black sjy. A strange stench floated in the air.

"Very close to us stood the tall chimney of the crematorium's furnace. It no longer impressed us. It barely drew our attention."

I am walking down the path where people have fallen dead
the sunshine barely surviving, hanging by a thread
homes deserted, earth desolate
blood and soup are raw, left to percolate
the sticks and cries of agony long a fade
Burning masses of family picked up by a spade

Never shall I forget those flames that consumed my faith forever

Never shall I forget the nocturnal silence that deprived me for all eternity of the desire to live

Never. . .

Transported by foot from hell to hell
our mind, a place that our foot did not dwell
No father, no son bond ever could last
no future looked so bleak though a memorable past.
mere objects, tools
dancing, marching to the order
of men and men and men who ruled them.

Auschwitz I can do no more justice to you.
MT this post is dedicated to you. We never went dead silent except for this one. I wrote mine at last. . .