#Poetry Wed: “The Survivor” by Primo Levi

“Since then, at an uncertain hour,
That agony returns:
And till my ghastly tale is told,
This heart within me burns.

Once more he sees his companion’s faces
Livid in the first faint light,
Grey with cement dust,
Nebulous in the mist,
Tinged with death in their uneasy sleep…”

Read the entire poem at LA Holocaust Museum.