Pfennig Postcard, Wrong Address

We saw their pictures:

tortured out of Our imaginations

like golems.

We could not believe

in their frail extremities

or their gaunt faces,

pallid as Our disbelief.

they are not

with US now;

We have:

huddled them 

into the backroomsofconscience,

consigned them

to the ovensofsilence,

buried them in the mass graves

of circumstancesbeyondourcontrol.

We have

so little left

of them,

now,

to remind US ... 

Author's Note

Originally published in the Holocaust anthology "Blood to Remember"