Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Whenever you see
smoke rise up

from chimneys,
you think of her:

Anny Horowitz.
You think of Auschwitz.

1942.
A nine year old Jew.

Whenever you smell
smoke from chimneys

and see it
rise up into blue skies,

you remember her:
Anny with her blue eyes,

at Auschwitz
with her blonde hair

and sad face
dying there.

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