Every Crane Carries Synagogue In Its Heart... Poem by Aleksandra Szymanska

Every Crane Carries Synagogue In Its Heart...



Cranes, cranes what do you hide between the feather of your broad wings?
We hide a story, what we saw; we carry the truth, many things...
Cranes, cranes what is your scream above the empty, lonely field?
That is a secret as dark as the soil under the dirty nails of the guilt...

We saw young children's joyful play as they ran to catch a ball.
We heard many screams; we froze in fear when we saw what then did roll...
We saw the earth move and breathe; we heard its whisper, its quiet plea.
We saw the fire and what it consumed; now we are asking how could that be?

Cranes, cranes where are you flying, are you going to return?
We're flying away, carrying what's buried, to meet the life that didn't burn...
Cranes, cranes are you the angels God has sent to sing this song?
No, we are the souls, the ghosts from the past, the broken-hearted; here we belong...

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