Survivors

We are holocaust  survivors

The sun lays a late afternoon table of luminous shapes

Our children read the script and always graduated with honors

Desultory  and panicked walks in the forest became the stuff of legend

School children push and shove to breathe in the ether of bravery which perfumes us  

And yet we are still holocaust survivors, nothing more or less, leaving us in mourning, wondering who we are, and who we might  have been, hoping to find at least a trace of our remains.