“And they hovered around us” - Janice Ryan '13

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We disembarked from the bus

The trees towered so immensely in front of us

Green and swaying with a vibrancy

As if transported to a summer camp of childhood

But what a horrible difference

The trees encircled a mass murder, mass graves

My eyes gazed upon the emptiness

Of what would have been reception

Of cattle cars, with its estranged, frightened martyrs

The Jews forsaken

One more decoy, a ruse, used

Here we sat upon symbolic rail lines

That stood in solemnity

For a platform where they were culled into death lines

Where death trains came, emptied and went

The birds sung that day and the warmth of the sun settled upon my prickly skin

I looked up, drawn to some invisible peace and holiness

As if the Jewish souls here, were hovering around us

Blessing us

Pleading for us to stop

And revere the sight

Where innocent went

Babes in arms,

Children and youth blossoming,


Now crying, bemoaning their intuited fate

Mothers swelling in new life, screaming, sensing danger

Men, their protectors, being slaughtered too

Grandparents aged or the disabled resigned to the smell of evil

The end was the same for everyone

One peoples, extinguished en-masse

Death reigned

A death camp that witnessed 900,000 mass murders

Where no person was given a chance

The educator of our group

Gathered us around

To listen, to understand and deeply hear, story and circumstance

A small skull emerged out of the granite block and disappeared as

Quickly

I gasped, recoiling at the image

We moved forward

Towards the vastness of the memorials

And there upon the Russian monument

The skull, conceived, now loomed upon the lintel

Captive towns, signaled by stones and numbers hauntingly named

Villagers were emptied, as ash in the fields

And as we wandered, we stooped, knelt and touched

The memorials with pangs of silence

We received a hug, or gave another a touch or look of care

Which brought our hearts together in this great witnessing of grief

Then we assembled to read, pray and sing

To the forgotten, to hold the unbearable tension between our lived lives

And their lost ones

To retrace these steps in compassion and sorrow


So we might

Erase the memories of this road of death

One hundred trillion years from now

But we can say, today, “never again”.