The Stench in the Air
The Screams in the Night
The Young Boy Shot in Front of You
"Too Small Bring Me Another!"
The Loves of Your Life
Gone in The Morning
You are Next
Or Not
A Knock on the Door!
The Orchestra Plays and Never Stops
The Song is not Your Song
There are Sounds in Shape of Words
No Beauty nor Dignity Here
Nothing Elegant, Nothing Clear
There are Notes to be Written
Documents to Be Saved
The Time is Now
A Knock on the Door!
Stories Must be Told
Not By You and Not By Me
By Fragments of the Day
Stored in Tins and Cans
Buried in Rubble and Sand
We Who Read Them Now
Those Fragments Written Long Ago
Do not Hear the Sound
Do Not know the Pain
We Remember and Want to Know
We Want to Once Again Become Whole
But this is The Dance That Never Ends
Just Notes to Be Read, Documents to Be Restored
Stories to be Retold
The Screams in the Night
The Young Boy Shot in Front of You
"Too Small Bring Me Another!"
The Loves of Your Life
Gone in The Morning
You are Next
Or Not
A Knock on the Door!
The Orchestra Plays and Never Stops
The Song is not Your Song
There are Sounds in Shape of Words
No Beauty nor Dignity Here
Nothing Elegant, Nothing Clear
There are Notes to be Written
Documents to Be Saved
The Time is Now
A Knock on the Door!
Stories Must be Told
Not By You and Not By Me
By Fragments of the Day
Stored in Tins and Cans
Buried in Rubble and Sand
We Who Read Them Now
Those Fragments Written Long Ago
Do not Hear the Sound
Do Not know the Pain
We Remember and Want to Know
We Want to Once Again Become Whole
But this is The Dance That Never Ends
Just Notes to Be Read, Documents to Be Restored
Stories to be Retold
(c) 2017 The Actual Dance LLC and Samuel A Simon Inspired by the documents in the Ringelblum Archives on display at the Emanuel Ringelblum Jewish Historical Institute in Warsaw, Poland. On display are documents recovered after World War II that had been created and then buried by a group of people come to be known as the Oneg Shabbat Project.