We
heard the soldiers
before
we saw them
the
sounds, explosions
at
the edge moving
steadily
center
boots
thudding, tires
squealing,
doors accepting
pounding,
splintering
rifle
shots, staccato
of
machine guns
we
kneel, hands folded
listening
to words
flowing
from Word
words
attempting
to
overpower the sounds
outside,
failing
I
am with you
Sounds
of soldiers, closer
screams,
shouting grows
louder,
closer I look
to
the bowed heads
of
the children listening
to
the words flowing
from
Word, trembling
my
hands shaking
The
shouting, pounding
arrives
at the door
I
am with you always
this
day you will be
Photograph of the Holocaust Monument -
Moscow by Lynn Greyling via Public
Domain Pictures. Used with permission.
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