Today is one of those days
when I’m not sure
if the screaming
I can faintly sense
on the very edge of perception
is coming from the millions
of murdered here
or if it’s just rending the air
inside of my mind, coming
from me.
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 4:37 AM UTC
Today is one of those days
when I’m not sure
if the screaming
I can faintly sense
on the very edge of perception
is coming from the millions
of murdered here
or if it’s just rending the air
inside of my mind, coming
from me.
Birkenau, Poland
Sunday, March 23, 2014
11:45 AM
From my collection, Poems from Poland
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