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Thoughts Like Music
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arbeit macht frei 
5th-Sep-2003 10:01 pm
[sad or down]
Today I was at the National Holocaust Memorial Museum.

and I step into a hall that is a hall of death
and I remember that death stinks
something so easily forgotten by millions
yet endured by millions
they lie still in shallow graves
that our modern eyes crave not to see
how can a morning ever be bright
or a night sky seem as clear
they die
they died
but for no one
for no one mourned their death
their captors stoic and silent
with hate and menace
and their compatriots stoic and silent
with exhaustion and starvation
while their hair went to make hats
and their skin went to make lampshades
and their bone went to make hair combs
engineered to their death
while the sign said arbeit macht frei
arbeit macht tot
each block a death
each trench a death
each rail of the fence a death
and I step anxiously into this hall of death
that I have forgotten stinks
and they call to me
each of their voices makes my skin crawl
and each picture pounds through me
and the shattered torah sits in reproach of us all
a people's very being lies in pieces around me
but this is the worst the violation of the word
the strokes of aleph, bet, and gimel
given up to the a, b, and c of a newer regime
and I see it all in the hall of death
that I have forgotten stinks

I wish I could say it better...but I have no sorrow deep enough nor anguish hurtful enough
6th-Sep-2003 08:43 am (UTC)
Wow, that was beautiful, Jyll. I'm sorry you feel so down. Your intense emotions allowed you to weave together this insightful tapestry- thank you for sharing it. xx
6th-Sep-2003 01:45 pm (UTC)
sure thing...
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