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A grand-nephew of Auschwitz victims, I still flinch...

Jingle-jangle bells Sing-song syncopation Ambulances hurtle down streets of post-war Europe Eerie bells; haunting bells ghosts of round-ups, of Auschwitz of Buchenwald, and Bergen-Belsen sounds of death and doom Shades drawn suddenly blinds sealed tight Breath held; pin-drop silence 'Till the peril passes Bells tear at tortured souls Dragnet's tentacles probing Reaching for fresh corpses to feed Insatiable crematoria ovens Decades later, survivors flinch hearing jingle-jangle bells So, too, sons and daughters living victims of inherited terror June 02, 2019 Entry in 'What Makes You Flinch' contest Sponsor: Julie Leigh Rodeheaver

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Kim Rodrigues

Date: 7/27/2019 10:03:00 PM

Congratulations, Gershon, for your poignant write.

Gershon Wolf
Date: 7/27/2019 10:27:00 PM

Thanks much, Kim.

Tom Cunningham

Date: 7/27/2019 5:08:00 PM

Have only just seen this Gershon, the horrors those poor people must have suffered. Mankind said this must never happen again but it does. What is it in the minds of these monsters ? , there is no excuse. Tom.

Gershon Wolf
Date: 7/27/2019 10:27:00 PM

The sad reality is that many of those who carried out the activities of Auschwitz and the other camps were just ordinary people. A sad commentary on man's proclivity for obeying orders, no matter what. ~ gw

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 6/4/2019 9:53:00 PM

I know that jingle-jangle bell sound, and it also makes me flinch. I have been indoctrinated by several movies to be frightened to the point of rigidity that cannot move when I hear the jingle-jangle bells.

Gershon Wolf
Date: 6/4/2019 10:08:00 PM

Those are 6,000,000 (of my brethren) + 6,000,000 more (non-Aryans) --- 'for whom the bells toll,' as Hemingway might have it. HORRIBLE sounds... ~ gw

P.S. Awtry

Date: 6/3/2019 9:40:00 AM

Those first two lines set the mood of your poem perfectly for this “eerie” and “haunting” write. Adding this to my FAVs.

Gershon Wolf
Date: 6/3/2019 12:16:00 PM

Thanks for FAV-ing this one. Greatly appreciated. ~ Gershon

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 6/2/2019 6:37:00 PM

All too real...the horror!

Gershon Wolf
Date: 6/2/2019 7:58:00 PM

The real horror of the mind never fades. ~ gw

Jan Allison

Date: 6/2/2019 3:30:00 PM

I got chills reading your poem GW. its poems like this that keep the story alive, we should never forget the horror of the holocaust:-( hugs Jan x

Gershon Wolf
Date: 6/2/2019 5:43:00 PM

Thank you so much for the feedback, Jan. I was hoping that this one might 'chill' a reader or two. I still get the chills when those sing-song ambulance bells in old movies. Best wishes, Gershon