Some think
of it as six candles,
others
call it a menorah.
Some a
colonnade walling the civic plaza
others
six towers of spirit.
Some six
columns for six million Jews,
others
six exhausts of life.
Some call
it a city of ice,
others
remember a ruin of some civilization.
Some speak
of six pillars of breath,
others
six chambers of gas.
Some think
of it as a fragment of Boston City Hall,
others
call the buried chambers Hell.
Some think
the pits of fire are six death camps,
others
feel the shadows of six million numbers tattoo their flesh.