A Number, A Life Not Saved

*(Visit to Auschwitz October 12)

28721 Irena UlaTowski

As alive as my son born

And made flesh from the womb:

Irena’s picture on the Auschwitz block’s wall

Is a desperate pick-out by me

Everyone’s photograph is fresh and alive

Soon to be made dust

By a well-dressed, well-fed Nazi machine;

The Khmer Rouge, Rwanda, the Balkans’ slaughter

Always an intelligence reigns over the killing and foot soldiers

Bathe in the power and blood.

Irena-I would find your family

Find your memory and live in your shoes

Just a little thing to pay back the tiniest fraction

Of a peaceful revenge on the bullying and horrors

Of this world and what was yours.

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