Tell Us Rebecca 1945

Tell us, Rebecca,

where your ashes lie.

Have the winds

carried them

to other climes,

or have they been

trampled

underfoot

or buried

in some pit or hole

despite the chimneys

with their roaring smoke?

Where

can

I

find

your traces?

Is your voice

caught

in the air

along with the voices

of the dead

who were gassed

or hanged?

Rebecca, your silence

trembles through

decades of years.

When it rains here

it is the flood

of

your tears.