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we were taken again beyond the gates of katyn  I'd begun to challenge morale feelings over a sudden stench bellowing from under the chartered tanks silence abroad Auschwitz my knees chattered while facing the cold damp window pane my heart nearly shattered non responsive I suppose I would remember small things like the empty clock that sat on the
night stand the coil spring the map to belzec replaced with dead dandelions comfort had become a
slow moving line as we awaited the hot brass to brand our pale skin softly I whispered why I must be next as the grunting hot breath crawled down my back my only solace was hidden inside the hem of rags I wore a passage read among Dante's most ravishing canto's oh how retchid the mere past times that wandered aimously about my arched form I'd remembered not to slump focusing on the Catholic medallion of st Francis clutching it within my raw fist full of sores and blisters how pretty I felt still while uniformed guards exposed the white letters s and p the special kind policing the line leading this morbid place I remembered my grandmother had gone before us and now an awakening sight sang out through this mist of fire breathing almost just beyond the palace my memory of stale sourdough bread and hot potato soup why I'd been here before clinging to life's treasures I'd carefully opened excepting the gravity and useless attempts of sparing the poor soul's behind me the line moved yet again screams filled thee earths air as though the sun had finally fallen into the ocean blue covering thy living flesh I'd spoken calmly while meaningless madness aroused my being over come with a past so very well known memories of my father and not of my own

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  1. Date: 6/14/2012 5:51:00 AM
    nice write Yolanda