Hand in hand we followed the crowd
Men to the left! Women to the right!
Eight words spoken quietly
I had one thought
Not to be left alone
FORM FIVES!
At all costs we must keep together
What are you doing here?
Someone dared to answer
Do you think we asked to come?
Haven’t you heard about it?
In 1944?
We stayed motionless, petrified
Satisfied?
No, none of this could be true
Surely it was a dream
Remember it forever
Work or the crematory
I did not move
Everyone outside
The spring sunshine
Come on, my boy
Work is liberty
Our feet sank into the mud
At Auschwitz