With the memorial
to the Murdered Jews of Europe
and am cold and grey and blank
and the emptiness undulates
like the underfoot Berlin ground.
And I touch each stone to try and feel,
and I don’t know how to react to a concrete fact.
And I know, unlike those Jews
I just exist here, soundless, breathing.
Later in the zoo
a leopard grazes his head
against a corner of his cage
and his suffering now
means more than all of humanity’s past.