3Inspired by the Holocaust Museum, Washington, D.C.
In honor of all the victims of the Holocaust
Mounds of shoes, cracked and faded
Indifferent soles and laces
Shoes, gray and dirty, like beggars feet
Covered in ashes
Gray, black mixed with white
Gray, right mixed with wrong
Shoes: remains of a battle
Torn off the feet of the soldiers that never stopped fighting
They are the truth, the reality, the severity
They make your soul disintegrate into darkness
They are all that matters; they are the remnants
They trudged the steps of faith and hopelessness
My soul has been wrenched from my body
Ground under the heel of those forgotten shoes
They beat dully in my head
Relentless in their grief
They are despair and death
Eternity and endless life
They survived
The withered shoes of a withered people