| Ghetto Song When the children in Theresienstadt sang about sweets they hadn’t seen for years their empty hands held them till they stopped singing. One day fifty years later three German children sat singing softly, in a bus on their way home from school. We listened, hearing the past. Until they entered, loud, groping for coins sneers toward the children. They came torquing past us in search of space enough to sprawl across and expand. Nothing remains of the makeshift stage in Theresienstadt where the children sang before departing. Home |