Almost forgotten, moss covered mounds in a forest
not so easily found, no crosses here,
no stones of remembrance.
Cries of pain echo
the lamentations of tall trees falling bodies leave
blood upon the leaves, lorry departing
another load from the locked synagogue.
Revolver shot - old man
unable to walk the path to the pit one final solution.
respectful young Poles play the wild music of lost
grey memories haunting the wintry woods.