Inspired by “Second Sun” from City of the Sun, and Night by Elie Wiesel
By Julia McCormack
Running, marching like Elie said
42 miles of ice and snow
42 miles of trampling over those I used to know
Endure or die, that is the command
No stop. No rest. No reward.
And the labyrinth of reality
Pandora must have let Hope go
I can’t find her anywhere
Not in the air that reeks of death
Nor in the sleep I lack
What happened to my rhythm?
Why do they carve the tempo of my life?
I am full of staccato notes
that cannot give rise to a rest
Gone are the words that gave life to this shattered melody
Gone are the facades of a better being
All that remains is the calculated beat
of broken men shambling away
from their fate