Remember the mighty voice
that held high the iron cross,
preaching such pride in nation and race.
Remember the way it began
with parades and gold stars,
yet soon came the sound of shattering glass.
Remember the despair
as cattle cars slammed shut,
and darkness surrounded the bitter cold.
Remember skull-like faces
behind the barbed wire fences,
and the smell of disease and rotting flesh.
Remember the screams
within deadly showers
and pits of naked corpses climbing toward the sky.
Remember the survivors
for this is what they have seen.
They have been through the bowels of hell
and made it back again.
Remember it all
so that none will forget;
we think it could never happen now,
yet we thought it could never happen then.
I am afraid. He holds me and I can face it.
I am unsure. He takes my hand and I can make it
I am sad. He kisses my tears and I can bear it.
I am happy. He dances with me and I can share it.
I am angry. He listens to me and I can release it.
I am alone.
He comes to me and I cannot remember it.
Two figures appear and move through the station
unaware of the activity around them.
Clouds issue forth from panting steam engines
surrounding them both as if to slow their progress,
while whistles and boarding calls pull them along.
Others rush past embracing their loved ones
filling the air with joy and excitement.
The two watch with longing yet quickly move past
as they swallow the sadness within them.
An eternity has past before they reach the platform
but it seems too soon for them,
and, after summoning the strength, one figure boards.
The other now stands alone.
Heavy clouds press the sun out of the sky
shrouding the land with darkness;
while electric fingers reach down
as if to show the way.
The rumbling voices announce their arrival
as still they drag their wet cargo across the sky.
Soon small drops begin to escape
falling to the earth below only to be
swallowed up by the thirsty land.
The drops rapidly multiply
as the clouds lose the will to hold them back.
The parched ground greedily drinks
and flowers raise their heads
to receive the life source.
Hours pass and soon the thirst is quenched.
The once heavy clouds simply float away
to disappear beyond the streaming sunlight.
All that is left behind is a landscape,
sprinkled with glitter.