Holocaust
I have been to Buchenwald
I have walked the paths where captives trod
I have seen urns that held human ashes
I have walked through a room with long ovens
I have stood under hooks used to hang people
I have felt the presence of their spirits crying for remembrance
I have cried for them.

I have tried to share these feelings
but  each time something is missing
my words alone cannot describe 
what is imprinted on my heard
but you can see it in the sorrow of my eyes.