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Apr 2014
Years later, and the smell
hanging inside the latrines,
the stench
that twists your instincts,
has not
gone away. One thousand
two hundred
people every morning in
these latrines
sitting on concrete blocks
with the
round holes, so filthy that even
the murderers
won’t walk in, and I have
just walked
in from a ceramic and porcelain
shrine to
cleanliness.
Birkenau, Poland
Sunday, March 23, 2014
11:53

From my collection, Poems from Poland
RA
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RA
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