Auschwitz Poems

If You Love

If You Love

If you love him, dear airy blonde lady, the one love is yours
Only one, the only yours, you created him; the soul is yours
This poor boy could have been yours. But you dropped him

From your heart. Dumped guy. Yeah. From your sexy walk
The train floor crackled under your gazelle steps. He knelt down
In

Auschwitz liberated

A google article gives 'allied troops' credit for liberation
Of the death camp.' It was Russian forces that did it really.'
Working in step with free countries.' When did they become enemies of the west.? Certainly under stalins rule
They were a threat..Yet in the late 1980s they proposed  the
Glasnost agenda.' And handed East Berlin to n

- The Tattooist of Auschwitz - Heather Morris -

           ~ from reality - brutal, cruel and poignant - love survived ~

Emagi Porter Auschwitz

Peter Porter 'ANNOTATIONS of AUSCHwITZ


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Last Train To Auschwitz

A vast sea of doomed, 
            skeletal walking dead
                   board a train 
             bound

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Ashes to Ashes

Smoke
rises in the distance.

The boxcar
rocks,
rocks,
rocks;
stones
are placed along the ties.
Were they placed by Chance
or left 
as gently as Kaddish.
I lift my hands in the darkness;
the light of the knothole 
lights the tips of my fingers like Shabbat candles,
and I cover my eyes.

I can smell them,

the names 
put in the furnace.

Silence screams out of the

Last Train To Auschwitz

Train ride, in a windowless freight wagon, 
rocked back and forth,  with the clatter 
and vibration as it snaked on the rail score. 

Packed shoulder to shoulder,  
overpowered by their own stench. 

Separated from their families, 
unfed, with only snow to eat, 
cold, with only the bodies
next to them for warmth, 
as the

The Train To Auschwitz

It was a glorious day in 1943,
The kind of day you wish to hug your children carefree.
The frozen Polish Winter winds were almost dying,
The golden promise of Summer made everything sing,

It was very sunny on the station in Warsaw.
Mrs Iby Lopuszynski had two fine children,
Leisel her delightful daughter who was eleven,
And Arek who was a

The Last Train To Auschwitz

Auschwitz   
      1.3 million people sent there
          1.1 million died 
        Jews  Germans  Russians
       Ethnic Poles  French  Czech
    

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As the

Last Train to Auschwitz

Stopped and came to a halt

And the soon to be dead exited
the train and entered under 
the camp's gate's

Those aboard i fear probably
knew both their and the train's 
fates we're entwined

One final journey terminating
at the end of the track's

Under a puff of steam
and stench of ashen smog

One final shower aghast

Then death

Last Train To Auschwitz

They mocked him, the old religious fanatic
  Asking God a question with every step
Pleading for mercy for each of the town's Jews
  Blessing each morsel of food he so carefully chews

The haughty soldiers are loading up the train now
  Jamming the last cattle cart 'til it near burst
But Yankel is still fiddling

A Poem For My History Teacher

I wanted to write
 The best slavery poem   ever written—
Perhaps win a Pulitzer or Faulkner. 

I had every intention of conforming 
To the standards 
Of modern verse and composition, 
Lyrics fluidly written, 
Perfect in frame, tempo and time, 
but a lot of my thoughts on Slavery 
(and the Holocaust) 
Were just too difficult

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.

Last Train To Auschwitz

Was it day, was it night?
 shufflings, packed with arms, legs, heads, torsos
  handled like cattle on a train car, ready to move along the tracks;
the bodies merge -
 men, women, teenagers, children, babes in arms,
  blended, mixed in sweat and fear, every sound loud 
   whispering, trembling, internment tremors of

Last Train To Auschwitz

As a child she was in the dark to what was unfolding around her
it was WW2 and she knew not of the deaths at Auschwitz and Sobibor
she recalls being taken from a ghetto to a transit camp in Westerbork
a ride to nowhere I knew not 
when I was just a tot
others had been caught 
She

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