In sealed box cars travel
names across the land,
and how far they will travel so,
and will they ever get out,
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A haunting and painful indictment of the wholesale extermination of a people, based on the names they were given at their birth, at the shape of their eyes, and the lilt of their accent. A cloud of people wafting across the continent toward their execution. Brilliantly conveyed with the click-clack of the train wheels. Mesmerizing imagery. Profound condemnation of that which lies within us all that, if released, becomes monstrous.
This great poet, one of my favourites, must be recreating the infamous rounding up of Jews under the regime, and transporting them in railway boxcars. In Russia in Communist times, the same thing was done - undesirable people were snatched from their homes and sent to Siberia. Interesting that the same spirit of religious intolerance is still alive and well in that country. STILL
My guess is that this poem of Symborska's loses in the language shift.
I am glad there are poets to record the history of this world in a way that makes those who weren't there feel the chill to the very marrow of their bones.