Dear Oskar Schindler,

They say
if you save one life, you have saved the world.

There were trains filled to bursting
with tender souls all clamoring for air all screaming
for a space to breath
You were there to give them
water,
pouring it in living torrents onto their desperate faces.

There was a child one of millions
her dress was the color of blood she was innocent and
small in the crowds
You were there to mourn her
death
she was the world for someone, you know.

There was a woman broken beyond repair
she was held close by a monster a beast and there was
fear in her eyes
You were there to show her
love
deep within your eyes and in your kiss.

There was a factory stuffed with workers
old and young and helpless with armies and demons on the
way to kill them all
You were there to remember each and every
name
every Jew was on your list, even the children.
Why, then, do you weep
Sir,
huddled broken in the road?
Why do your strong, generous hands shake with
grief?
You did everything.

They say
if you save one life, you have saved the world.

Herr Direktor,

you have saved eleven hundred lives
you have saved eleven hundred worlds.