Pfennig Postcard, Wrong Address by Michael R. Burch
and the second poem… wonderful…. sad… impressive….
words which obliged you not to forget this genocide against Jews…
All genocide leaves traces…. but without remembrance these traces remain cold bones.
Dr. phil. Milena Rampoldi – ProMosaik e.V.
Pfennig Postcard, Wrong Address
by Michael R. Burch
We saw their pictures:
tortured out of our imaginations
We could not believe
in their frail extremities
or their gaunt faces,
pallid as our disbelief.
They are not
with us now . . .
into the backrooms of conscience,
to the ovens of silence,
buried them in the mass graves
of circumstances beyond our control.
so little left
to remind us …