Let me tell you
about that room.
That room
is not a passage, that rom
is a dead end, that room
will lead you nowhere.
And in that room
your breath will catch
and your stomach will tremble
and your head will swim
and your heart will beat out rhythms
of fear, until you feel
they must have taken your soule
while you stood in wonder, and hidden it
under the thousands of shoes
that are heaped on your sides.
Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 11:31 AM UTC
Let me tell you
about that room.
That room
is not a passage, that rom
is a dead end, that room
will lead you nowhere.
And in that room
your breath will catch
and your stomach will tremble
and your head will swim
and your heart will beat out rhythms
of fear, until you feel
they must have taken your soule
while you stood in wonder, and hidden it
under the thousands of shoes
that are heaped on your sides.
Auschwitz, Poland
Monday, March 24, 2014
11:45 AM
from my collection, Poems from Poland
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