From “Night” by Elie Wiesel

As one we let ourselves sink into the snow

Around me

A dance of death

No sound of distress

No plaintive cry

Only mass agony and silence

But we were stronger

To sleep meant to die

To be seized by Death

Stolen into

Devoured bit by bit

Death enveloped me

It suffocated me

But we had the feeling of being alive

We were stronger

A shadow swept away by the wind

Detached like a wheel fallen off a car

We dig holes in that wall of dead and dying people

Souls become our bow, being gliding over the strings

Playing that which we would never play again

Charred past, extinguished future

Unfulfilled hopes

But we were stronger than cold and hunger

Stronger than the guns and desire to die

We are stronger.