They wallowed for a stricken minute
More in the blood and mud
Helpless they tried to stand, gagging
Hauled by their wrists crawling to dry sand
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I spent a day at Bergen-Belsen camp. As a peacetime soldier, looking, listening, feeling. No birds sang, the wind veered away. We went by coach, noisy, cracking jokes, talking and laughing. We left by coach, quiet, thoughtful, just talking softly. Everyone should go there at least once. Then it would never happen again.
I couldn't finish reading this. Not that it's bad. Not at all. Just too much for me to look at.
How do you do this? How do you go from dream filled to awesome rancor. Marvelous-What depth-This poem is truly painful and so descriptive ******* 7 Stars truly Brandon
This is so...moving. I hope to read more of your work. Sincerely, Mary
Powerful write Louise. I wrote a lot of articles and books on Auschwitz and other camps, and your write is very well done. A terrible time the Second World War. Do you know anyone who has been there? You seem to know how to write for the moments in Auschwitz, very well written. ~JD~
Very strong. And as far as is humanly knowable, true. (would you consider changing 'Shooed' l.25 to 'Issued' or 'Flowed'?) It reminds me a bit of one of mine - on the first war slaughter - 'Armistice Day '97'. Thank you for the work Andy
Wow, that is very wonderfully written. I believe that one could feel pain in that poem.
Louise...wow...this is powerful...very well done...very, very well done... Lare Austin
Well-done. Is the time on the clock right?