Last Train To Auschwitz
From the depths of a human moan
was an agony so great it cannot be known.
Naked in cold, gloom, rain and dread,
naked in death so that heaven’s tears bled.
This is only an account of the Jewish Holocaust.
With words one person cannot express the loss.
Death from starvation, dysentery, typhoid,
each moment, a lifetime of questioning void.
The last trains to Auschwitz cleared families from Berlin
to the work camp where life would go on or end.
Aged and very young, were to be gassed first.
If you remained alive it could be far worse.
Arms lost loved ones they'd never hold again,
brutally separated and herded from trains.
Stomachs groaned and deflated in dread,
while women felt over a newly shaved head.
Sunlit promise of God still reigned,
seen in gazeless eyes who knew loss and pain.
The last train to Auschwitz is still rolling on
to remind us that things can go violently wrong.
4/12/2021
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