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Mar 2018
it's what they called
                              the ashes from
         the mass cremation
of living things...
well, auschwitz is
and was near cracow...
but that's what
the people called it...
         siwy śnieg....
imagine
     living in a city,
             occupied by the khaki
monstrosity...
       having agitated france...
         khaki:
  that diarrhoea attire...
             grey snow...
because that's how
  siwy śnieg is translated as...
old, ka-pi-tal....
                        kāpít'āl...
            because why should warsaw
matter more than cracow?!
            kraken schmear!
                  scuttling,
or as the octopus gave man the ink...
       the story still remains...
when the khaki brigade
burned those jews,
the people of cracow thought
it was snowing,
              as the grey snow fell
onto the streets...
          forgetful,
                of what became:
                       human remains.
Mateuš Conrad
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Mateuš Conrad  36/M/Essex (England)
(36/M/Essex (England))   
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