I WALKED THROUGH BELSEN


I walked through Belsen
And I felt nothing
I saw the mountain of hair and glasses
And I felt nothing
I saw the hill of emptiness
And I felt nothing
I saw the rails and death wards
And I felt nothing
I saw the furnace
And I felt nothing
I stood in the rooms of the gassed
And I felt nothing
Nothing is nothing
Death is death
A deer walks over its dead
To bite the grass
Swans abandon their young
Ducks never count their chicks
Am I that deer
That swan
That duck
I should have fallen apart
and collapsed but I didn’t
I prick my finger and I feel pain
That is my pain
I am
Or am I
Who am I
For I was lost inside