On the Wall of a KZ Lager

Where you've fallen, you will stay.

In the whole universe this one

and only place is the sole place

which you have made your very own.

The country runs away from you.

House, mill, poplar—every thing

is struggling with you here, as if

in nothingness mutating.

But now it's you who won't give up.

Did we fleece you? You've grown rich.

Did we blind you? You watch us still.

You bear witness without speech.