History as the Home Movie it begins and ends with ash, though we insist on ignoring the shared fires in our past. We attempt to erase our names from the list that begins and ends with ash. We ignore the war until we are the last standing, until we are the last to persist in denial, as we are shipped off to camps where we all are stripped, and our dark bodies lit by the cruel light of those antique Jew-skinned lamps. Decades after Dachau fell, we stand in mist that begins and ends with ash. We pay the entrance fee at the front door.
Every country hides behind a white door.
We stand over mass graves. Our collective grief makes us numb. We are waiting for the construction of our museum. We too could stack the shoes of our dead and fill a city to its thirteenth floor. We are waiting for the construction of our museum.