With deep pain
am I listening to the News
It is a pain taking root in my body
Deep inside my belly
Where you and every of us is suspended
A dead girl’s body or of a man
How could I possibly express condolence sorrow pain
When the abstract line of dialogue is
Suspended
Do I remember my motherhood and the pain in and throughout my womb?
Motherhood is starting once but never ending
How could I share some words of grieve of pain of solitude and isolation
Oh Hersh
with deep pain
I have heard your voice
Calling crying for help and assistance and support that had not come
Whereas I am supposed to think and take into consideration Job
And Job’s Pain
And I have to
Shut up
In front of too much pain
giving advice
Where consolation is impossible
One has to respect the pain and silence
Dialogue is no longer possible
They say
Its not something someone like me has to give
Moral lessonsare not tolerated
A nazibreed is not allowed to give moral lessons
It's the bottom and root of evil.
They say there is no solidarity and if there was one it vanished quickly
But solidarity is not an one way ticket
Solidarity is rooted near the place where evil begun and started to hurt
I feel so much pain
I don't have anything to say or tell
nothing about Buber or Cohen
The great jewish philosophers talking about universalism of Faith
They say its twisted annihilated or to be annihilated
Oh Hersh your hand
Iam wondering how long you had the courage
being buried alive
a dead citizen
Oh Hersh your hand
gives me heart ache
They say
my words are nothing you could feel
nor would they reach out to you
