Mezei András: Love in Auschwitz (Szerelem Angol nyelven)

Birdsong, dusk. Departure from Auschwitz.
Resurgent love steps out from the gates,
immortal love whose skeletal essence
could never be consumed by the flames.
 
Past soaring hopes, reality
slowly settles from the smoke:
the heat of incandescent mess-tins –
a dented spoon beneath the earth –
 
and like that mouth, that Gothic cavity 
that spewed them, gods and fantasies
decompose amidst the dental
gold extracted from the dead.
 
The gas decays. The bunkers crumble.
The deportation trains withdraw.
And – Here I am, and here the arms
to hold the living world in... love.
 
For love redeems the fence of death:
I share your being and you mine
together in the light and silence
beneath our gagged and distant stars.