Yom HaShoah: The Siren

Women and children gathered in a wooded area during a deportation action in Yugoslavia, 1942. (Wikipedia Commons)

The siren cuts us off from our lives:
freezing like figures
in black and white photos.
Standing motionless,
heads bowed, eyes sombre,
awaiting the hush that follows.

It strikes, now as then, at home;
on the street corner; under the trees.
Even the children fall silent.
The wailing fades,
we claim back our lives, but
the photo figures are frozen forever.


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