Poetry
On the Wall of a KZ-Lager
Where you have fallen, you stay.
In the whole universe, this is your place.
Just this single spot.
But you have made this yours absolutely.
The countryside evades you.
House, mill, poplar,
each thing strives to be free of you
as if it were mutating in nothingness.
But now it is you who stay.
Did we blind you? You continue to watch us.
Did we rob you? You enriched yourself.
Speechless, speechless, you testify against us.
