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Birkenau
I stood where you did,
Saw what you saw,
Wind batters my face,
As I struggle to keep warm.
When I think of the
Holocaust,
I think of you,
Your smiling, happy face,
Happy with youth.
That youth died
quickly,
As did most,
And as I touched where you were,
I felt your ghost.
Icy, snow filled wind,
Howls around my face,
As it does, my tears
Freeze in place.
This life changing day,
Shook me through and through,
The spine chilling things
That happened to you.
I walked down the
tracks,
Towards your cattle cart,
Looking back, the infamous tower,
Sinister in the dark.
My coat pulled tighter,
I stare at the shacks,
Vanished without trace,
In disbelief of this hellish place.
I couldn’t spot your
glasses,
Amongst all the rest,
Nor your suitcase,
Where your few possessions are kept,
I don’t know how you died,
Were you shot, gassed or starved?
Or did you die of cold,
When conditions were harsh.
I don’t know who you
were,
Jewish, disabled or gay,
Or how many of your family you lost,
Too many to say?
One thing I did, that I am sure,
Is shed a tear for those lost,
In your war.
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