Remembrance by M.J., a Warsaw ghetto poet (translated by Yala Korwin)
You saw blood of the homeless and innocent.
You heard the voices mocking them.
You saw a beast jumping out of the crowd,
Heard the laugh, looking into living eyes
When smoke enveloped the silence
Of other voices.
You came back to your homeland,
As one comes back to life. You see a flower
Growing in the fertile, too-fertile earth.
Traces of smoke become sky-blue, like a remorse,
The smell of burning disperses,
Even the shadows pale.