Janine Lever Poet Rhyme

The Last Train To Auschwitz

Brown and worn
She slowly trundled, 
Carrying the tattered and torn
Clutching their bundle.
She leans to the right
And then the left,
In that pitiful night
Laying sleepers bereft.
All her metal and carriage
Held a thousand souls
Between their marriage
Of  her red hot coals.
And the wooden doors weep
The iron locks, hold their breath
While she screeches on 
In her role of death.

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Michael Ellis April 12, 2021 at 5:40 PM Honored to be the first to review this. Thank you for this Memorial. Really moved by line 8. You have the are of closing out verses. Personifying a train as a monster is clever poetry. Also iron locks are also used as characters. A wealthy poem with meaning. Janine Lever April 13, 2021 at 10:48 AM I am honoured that you have given me the comments you have. I am just a free spirit verser, (if there is such a word), but i do feel my poetry very deeply, each one filling me and leaving me with the emotion of the subject. I never construct and i usually just close my eyes, feel the title and let whatever wants to come, arrive. Thank you so much, i am greatly touched. xx