We cannot speak for you
we have not walked your path
the path that wore down your shoes
the shoes that are now piled high
in glass cases that we file past
silently.
We have not walked your path
and cannot speak for you
but silence allows your deaths
again and again and again
Previously published on Poetry,Songs and Writers of Scotland.
2 comments:
I remember showing my students a film about the Holocaust and how moved the kids were by the piles of shoes. Your poem brought that back for me. Love how you handled it so delicately but powerfully!
A powerful poem - quite moving.
Post a Comment