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Dachau 1933-1945
JH (January 4,1931 / a citizen of the world)

Dachau 1933-1945

Picture this in your mind's eye
if you will because it happened
to Jews, gypsies, poets, writers,
actors, musicians, resistance
fighters and ministers of religion.

When the living skeletons were
liberated in 1945, they were found
in huddled groups, picking fleas and
lice from their stinking bodies.

Erik laughed, vomited blood and collapsed.
Claus, riddled with dysentry died in a pool of
his defecated bowels.

30,000 died of disease, cold, hunger or in gas
chambers. Of those who survived many later
died from typhus.

What did we learn from this horror? Nothing.

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Comments (3)

Jez... I glad I read this one... we learn, some of us little by little... generation by generation... I walked by there 21 years ago... and my daughter, now 21 years later treads the soil where concrete mangles steel... thanks for opening up, the starkness... reminders should never hurt any of us... aroha, Deana xx
Horrifying read Jerry. You tell it like it is. Interesting though how your personalising of Erik and Claus in stanza two carries so much more emotional weight than do the horrifying statistics in stanza three? Certainly, they do for me. This is uncompromising gutsy poetry. love, Allie xxxx
Hauntingly vivid and words so true. You have brought forth images for those of us who weren't around during this horrific time but could only learn about it from books. Your words are as good as pictures. We should all take a moment to be thankful for times past but never niave enough to think it couldn't happen again. Nice realistic poem, Jerry. Great work. Ashley xoxo