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The Last Train

Bundled rags,

As much a bed

As clothes,

Hang forlorn

From limp hand

That shakes

Spasmodically

As tears mingle with

Dirt fleck mist

Father, Mother

Grandma

Granddad

Sweet sister

Baby brother

All gone

On the train

Leaving you behind

To weep

At your loss

Now

And forever

In the future

This then

The last train

To Auschwitz-Birkenau

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david-i-phillips

English

Published: Sep 29, 2010
LinesWords: 2557

Notes: - From Emotional Swings & Round-a-bouts

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