In this concentration camp

where time permits little else

but ponder, I wondered how,

or when (to be more precise)

the shadow of our setting sun

managed to be on this facade.


When I was a child playing by

the wall my ball went over the

top. I cried and cried but my

mother told me not to worry,

that one day Shamas would

  go over and fetch it for me.




7th October 2023.