bergen-belsen, 28 May [unedited, not doneeee]

gravel crunches in a multitudinous silence:
all silenced, silenced by a sterile silence,
the silence of a universe, of a God;
and gravel crunches

placid condemnation.
in it crunches bones of moses/asher/miriam
and yeshua, a thousand times yeshua.
life is not here. life is not in the myth
but the moral; elsewhere, where
gravel cannot go, is where life is:
life is elsewhere.
but a platitude cannot efface
the gangrene feet
and bones of beloveds burnt white:

O Kapparot-children,
O blasphemous purification
of that which was already holy.