It was no bigger
than the end of her finger,
and was almost lost
in my unwritten hand:
that half of a pebble,
broke at some time,
the Auschwitz stone,
taken,
another war crime.
It was no bigger
than the end of her finger,
and was almost lost
in my unwritten hand:
that half of a pebble,
broke at some time,
the Auschwitz stone,
taken,
another war crime.