A dark room filled
with the faces of the dead.
When you start to smile
at the videos of children
hopping across the grass, racing
each other in sacks, your smile
twists itself until
you only learn you are crying
when the salt stings your lips.
Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 6:21 AM UTC
A dark room filled
with the faces of the dead.
When you start to smile
at the videos of children
hopping across the grass, racing
each other in sacks, your smile
twists itself until
you only learn you are crying
when the salt stings your lips.
Auschwitz, Poland
Monday, March 24, 2014
12:39 PM
from my collection, Poems from Poland
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