Say nothing

 Silently,

head bowed,

hands clasped,

he walked alone.

White clad,

with lowered eyes

he moved slowly

between rust-red

empty buildings

and stood in memory.

A kippah-capped Rabbi

intoned Psalm One thirty .

No eloquent words

No crowds.

Just a scattering

of agonised remembrance

and life-worn eyes

gazed round

this late July morning.

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