So long as we can say by Julia Hoeffler Welton

Out of the gas chamber
Out of the closed ward
Out of the shock room
They come.

Slowly, unfeeling,
Unhearing, Unseeing
They walk,
or stumble,
or crawl.

Witnesses, liberators,
Physicians, priests –
Watch them, dumb.

Words do not explain
Touch does not comfort
Food does not nourish
Medicine does not heal

The survivors.


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