It’s Unfathomable, Really

It’s unfathomable, really
the amount of hatred
that one must contain
in order to demolish a people.
People who once smiled
did laundry
played in the park
had memories
were dissolved with the gas that killed them.
These chambers of Birkenau are dismantled.
How this place can be named after a living feature is wrong,
because I’ve never seen something so dim and dead.
None of the trees bud,
they seem dry,
blinded by the atrocities they have witnessed,
catching the ashes and smoke from the perished ones,
causing their insides to dry out.
The few birds that sing
are crying
overlooking the masterpiece of dirty hands and souls.
The clouds barricade the sun
like a mother to her precious seed
trying to prevent such a bright light
from seeing such a dark place.
The sky has seen it all
but continues to remain grey and lifeless
it does not have reason to express it’s blue color
because this place
this termination of what used to make trees grow,
birds sing,
grass turn green,
honor G-d’s work,
Is unfathomable, really.

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