When words can’t say the horror
that paintings can not draw,
and music has no notes for it,
what use of rotten memories,
that come to pester us in dreams?
Just when you think you have forgotten,
come marching skeletons of long ago.
Some memories are not our own,
but haunt us as they need to be remembered.
When words are gone, and tears dried up,
where silence screams of what was done
to others. They come to tell you what you know.
They should stay in the memory of all.
Cold wind is blowing over Bergen Belsen.
Bergen Belsen was liberated in April 1945. Anne Frank died there in March 1945.