The gaunt figures of the holocaust
Walking silhouettes of dead.
I wonder at their caved in eyes
And their ghastly shaven heads.
Their empty eyes gazing
Into darkness everlasting
Didn’t the world smell the gas
Or hear the cries of lashing?
Didn’t the world notice the vanished faces
Or the empty houses or missing pearls?
I look at their faces, the eyes of phantoms,
And I wonder: where was the world?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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