Lying at the Gate (Auschwitz)
An oldie, reworked.
“Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch’intrate.”
I stand at the gate in front of Auschwitz.
My knees begin to wobble. Then they begin to buckle.
Soon, I have no legs to stand on and I am sitting on them.
I go to raise my fist, but my muscles are too weak to lift my arm.
I try to look up, but I am blinded by blackness.
I want to speak, but I have lost my voice.
Finally, my body collapses,
Like a bag of bones.
Two Polish people come to my rescue.
They carry me off in a stretcher. “Too much heat!” they say in Polish.
As they are carrying me off, a voice in my fevered brain spoke:
‘Wir haben überlebt.
Wir haben alles verloren,
We lost everything,
But we survived.
We, of all people.’)