Best Dachau Poems

Dachau

The train rails are gone, the processing center an exhibition. The barracks scrubbed.  

The hanging loops in The shower rooms removed, racks and whipping tables clean and displayed. The execution wall & Blood Ditch grown over, trimmed and landscaped.

“Shower” rooms with gas jets are...

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It would be like a Cessna hitting a mountain;
Weltschmerz; rain falling on a tin roof.
So let me work my garden with burnt hands,
Thoughtless as a spade in cold loam.
Let all words fail as the day reduces.
We all love the holes in which we put our...

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Head down, staring at the ground.

Nothing hopeful to ponder, only the thought of death to wonder.

When it will come is unsure.

The number of days past is a painful, surreal blur.

Grey clouds only add to the drear.

Will the stitched number on my wrist ever smear?

It will...

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Walking thru the gates of,
This hell known as Dachau,
Looking at the words,
"Arbeit Nacht Frei"
" Work sets you free"
I see them in their pinstripped clothes,
Torn, Dirty hanging off their bodies,
Seeing their bones, these skeletons,
Barely walking
Barely moving
Bringing tears to my eyes,
Telling me they wanna go home.
I'm a...

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