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August 1, 2016 Chris McDonnell, UK
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chris@mcdonnell83.freeserve.co.uk
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Say
nothing
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
No eloquent words
No crowds.
Just a scattering
of agonised remembrance
and life-worn eyes
gazed round
this late July morning.