Sense Sonnet

145664

Being torn down was a brick wall,
Old but now a part of the new.
Within the rubble of it all
Was found a paper, put into
A glass bottle. Written thereon,
Number 145664.
Put there in a time now long gone,
Sometime in the second World War
When Nazis ran the Aushwitz camp;
A prisoner left a lasting trace.
Put there in a hole, dark and damp,
That evil would not win this place.

It was a time of hellish harm.
That tattoo still is on my arm.