Vale Aviva Beckova

Jewish. Born in Czechoslovakia. Deported '43 from Theresienstadt to Auschwitz. Gassed.

Curly blonde wispy hair
Licks up her little neck
Up wafts across the forehead dome
That frames her eyes
Uprooted from their home
Distant gazed upon a question
To a riddle buried in the coldness
Of a stare
Inside a uniform that notes the moment
With a click
That spells an absence
Something unsaid but still foretold
An unrelenting truth laid bare
Felt but still unseen
Beyond the precision of a lens
Fixed in a moment of such finality
A living singularity
A little life in one last breath
Before the shutter snaps
To darkness and the inevitability
Of death….