On a spring morning we arrived from Lublin
to witness what was left of the death camp;
a rusty peeling sign came into view
it screamed: “Sobibór.”
The Nazis destroyed evidence of the gas chambers.
What was left were the grounds
through which Jewish bodies walked
to take the shower of death.
As I stood on the platform
and touched the tracks,
I felt like a little girl named Hanna
looking for her murdered parents.
Brookline, Massachusetts
