Faces

Neat millions of pairs of abandoned shoes

Creased with mute presence of those whose

 

Faces both stare and vanish. Which ghetto?

Warsaw, Vilna, Lodz, Riga, Kovno.

 

Eight hundred dark-eyed girls from Salonica

Bony and sag-breasted singing the Hatikvah

 

Tread the barefoot floor to a shower-room.

Friedländer, Berenstein, Menashe, Blum.

 

Each someone’s fondled face. A named few.

Did they hold hands the moment they knew?

 

I’ll change their shame to praise and renown in all

The earth… Always each face and shoeless footfall

 

A breathing memory behind the gossamer wall.