The not forgotten

The not forgotten


I shall tell you about the world I have seen –


Surrounded with a tall wall

Yet shared

Behind the wall a different world

Chosen by the chosen

Not chosen by the not chosen


A gate –

And behind the gate

A park full of souls

That once lived here

Now forgotten

Though not forgotten


amongst the brushwood and green moats

on the eroded matzevahs

I tried to decipher

Someone’s names

Someone’s time


A stifled voice

Has reached me


I came closer

And I heard

What the others

Had heard

Had seen

Had known


In a reverie of humility

A stone after a stone

A tree after a tree

I listened raptly

as the wind’s calmness

soothed the faded shadows.




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