Silence, Hiding the Past … Pushing Away the Lessons of History
Layers of north facing dark green moss hide glacier formed stones silently strewn on the woodlot floor
Sleeping for generations they are part of history not best forgotten
Unmarked by historic markers or disfigured by well trodden paths,
This land is purposely ignored by generations of locals and camera toting foreigners
Shielded from sight by tall white birches and gnarling raspberry bushes
The horrors that happened here cause even the death ravens to be absent.
This is not a unique plot of undisturbed earth.. it has many brothers and sisters.
Here the Germans and then the Russians brought their captives to die
And to be purposely lost to the world’s consciousness forever
After more than seven decades, a dark, ever present pall of death hangs in the atmosphere.
Inhale and smell it: exhale and choke on the gagging entrails of innocents sent to their end.
Sunlight glints through the trees – sparingly: as if nature purposely avoids exposing
the truth about man’s inhumanity to man.
Tiptoeing on the rocks, walking carefully so as not to fall and have the dirt of this place under ones finger
nails, one feels the silent surge of souls long gone beneath each step.
The psychic vibes reach up, touch the soles and send icy chills to the roots of our Christian values..
Visitors to this den of death are spellbound, quiet, horrifically mesmerized.
Tombstones, markers, remembrance flowers – none in evidence
Parking lots, visitors centers, crosses, Stars of David- none in evidence
Wizened, wary, frightened looks of locals now in their 80’s and 90’s tell more than
their hushed responses to inquiries of “ what happened here”?
The hollow looks in the depths of their eyes reveal nothing, and everything
Their memory tapes hear the guttural sound of troop trucks, staccato shooting squad gunfire, the
slicing of earth for latrine like mass graves
The graves of children, torn from their mother’s breasts, killed because they would remember the
holocaust of Jews, Christians, the elite, the educated, the future of a nation.
Yes, this is real. This is the story of many silent, never to be forgotten fields of death in Eastern Europe.