Halina Birenbaum
Sounds
of a
guilty
silence
useless dream
sometimes a dream can assault you
sinks into your heart
like a dark cloud
like a heavy stone
like a terrible nightmare
I was standing tonight at the tres hold of crematorium sorted out
myself, to the left
imploring, looking for a place to hide
the camp square was isolated and dead silent
sinister guarded
with no way out, no way out!