When Samson came to Auschwitz
They could barely contain his might
On the first night
He came to that place
His hair flowed to his knees
And his great arms strained at the fetters in which they were bound
On the final night
Though his locks were shorn
Though his eyes-sockets were gouged
Though his flesh hung in tatters from his frame
His arms made the pillars tremble
And he lifted up his head, and his great cry echoed
Throughout that barren night
So that his captors trembled, and all those who saw
Trembled
And the ovens of Treblinka
And the death-chambers of Auschwitz
And Bergen-Belsen, Majdanek
Neuengamme, Theriesentadt, Bielsko
All trembled to their core
And then he fell silent, and did not struggle anymore
And I will never forget this.
And I can never forget.
M. Rephun (c) 2007
