political prisnoer number 56137
you got on bus number 24
on tuesday

you saw a teenager
looking at your number
burnt on your hand
he looked you in your eyes
he knew

he looks about 18
his face showed some fright
as if he just found out
that the world is full of political prisoners

he is going to be a soldier soon
do you remember what the soldiers did to you, number 56137?
sure you do.
you remember it for 60 years

he sits next to you
you keep watching him
you can see that he knows
you can see his eyes fall
every once in a while to look
at the triangle burnt above the number on your hand

he probably feel guilty to stare like this
and you, number 56137, probably feel uncomfortable
like you've been feeling for 60 years
but inside you know that it's better
that he knows
at least someone will know
when you'll be gone
what political prisoners were

maybe he will change something with it.
maybe not.
maybe somewhen, when he will be ready
he will tell the world some of the secrets
enclosed in his personal holo-box
that every jew carries in his heart

he gets up and walks towards the exit of the bus
he looks up and looks into your eyes
you nod to each other
and you, number 56137, know
that he has burnt another number on his holo-box

political prisoner number 56137
you kept sitting on bus number 24
till you got wherever you wanted
on tuesday.