THE DOME
BY: LEAH GINGRICH
A DOME OF ASHES
COMPREHENSION IS UNIMAGINABLE
EACH FRAGMENT OF DUST REPRESENTS A PART OF A HUMAN BEING.
WHAT HAS COME OF OUR RACE?
CAN HUMANS TRULY BE SO CRUEL?
A BLOW OF WIND SEPARATES BODY FROM SOUL,
ANOTHER CUPFUL ADDED SEEMS TO MAKE NO DIFFERENCE.
SO MANY PRECIOUS LIVES WERE LOST.
SO MANY INNOCENT FACES SHATTERED.
AS I LOOK DOWN I HEAR THE SCREAM OF A CHILD,
THE TEARS OF A MOTHER,
THE PAIN OF A FATHER
ALL TOGETHER IN A SACRILEGIOUS PILE.
MILLIONS OF ASHES,
MILLIONS OF FACES,
BLOWING AWAY FROM THE DOME.
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THE FLOWER BLOOMS
BY: LEAH GINGRICH
THE DOOR READS “WORK IS LIBERTY!”
THE REALITY WAS FIGHT FOR LIFE.
THE STAINS OF ZYKLON B GAS STILL EXIST
AND STILL THE FLOWER BLOOMS.
THE 10 MEN STAND SO BIG AND TALL.
THE CANDLES MAKE THE LITTLE ONE BEAUTIFUL.
THE LAND SHOULD BE DRY AND DEAD.
AND STILL THE FLOWER BLOOMS.
THE NAME THAT’S BARELY STUDIED BEFORE,
THE MOST HORRID OF SITES TO THE EYE.
THE CLOSENESS OF THE HAIR, THE SHOES AND THE ASH
AND STILL THE FLOWER BLOOMS.
THE SEVENTEEN THOUSAND STONES THAT STAND.
THE ROCKS THAT RESEMBLE THE RAILROAD.
THE REPRESENTATION OF THE 874,000 THAT DIED
AND STILL THE FLOWER BLOOMS.
THE CAMPS, THE YESHIVAS, THE SHTETTLES,
THE SURVIVAL OF THE JEWISH IDENTITY
THE MEMORIALS OF THE SIX MILLION THAT DIED
AND STILL THE FLOWER BLOOMS.
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