In memory of Etty Hillesum. She died at the hands of the Nazis, on November 30 1943. Etty was twenty nine years old.
Witness
I should have known it was you
in the ordinary moonlight
come back as an orchid
blood red stained curves of white
swaying praying between
the crumbling headstones
bearing no names
I heard you singing
Or was it the wind
the same soothing song
you sang to the children
as you rode on the train
to Auschwitz
knowing deep down
in your roots
it is never work
that make you free
Where else could you thrive
untamed stubborn witness
still nourished by your communion
with silent martyrs still
insisting salvation remains
in the ability to
see the sky.....
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