The Chronicler of Evil

Compelling, frightening, bizarrely written

quite the description. First-hand of course.

As a witness haunted by those indescribable

events you did describe them and now they

haunt the readers of your memoir. But you

survived as testament to what you saw and

heard and felt and experienced and conveyed

all of that to the world at large. They are of

course beyond comprehension, beyond the

scope of a sane mind to even contemplate.

Few of your family survived the horrors of 

that searing ordeal whose monumental scope

scored victory in annals of human depravity.

It is obvious what compelled you to write and

publish attesting to the carnage of the Holocaust

but what made you think your words crafted to

produce a mind-picture of such bestial disregard

for humanity would resonate in a world where

doubt of the event is promulgated by legions of

Jew-haters? Your wish was to relieve your guilt

at survival with an intact memory victimizing you

endlessly while conveying to the world at large

depths of depraved brutality submerged in the

human heart. The message delivered, still stifles 

your every thought in despair. What have you 

gained, poor man, there is no deliverance.

It is only members of your own tribe who have 

any interest in knowing and sharing your pain.

The perpetrators have long forgiven themselves.