there among the ghosts

between the barracks

crematorium's ruins

silence full of murmurs

audible, visible but

only to me

faces figures

between present greenery

or whiteness of snow

futile moans, prayers

Dead and gone suspended forever

in the clouds over Auschwitz

on the ground, in the earth

in every pebble, speck of sand

speck of dust

over there among ashes ond bones

crushed mixed

crowds of souls in space

lost for eternity

also mine

it's not important where I live

when how or where I will die

or wherever in the world

they will bury my body

marked numer 48693

tattooed here