Apr 2014
Looking in
to the gas chambers, I expect
to feel something, anything, but
no, I am traitorously
empty, as is the room.
to the gas chambers, I expect
to feel something, anything, but
no, I am traitorously
empty, as is the room.
Majdanek, Poland
Wednesday, March 19, 2014
12:05 PM
From my collection, Poems from Poland
Wednesday, March 19, 2014
12:05 PM
From my collection, Poems from Poland
