Queues
Having lost her place in the bread queue, she found
herself hurried along
by a prod from a sharp knee, in the small of her back
and in yet another long line,
just waiting to be tattooed, disinfected and shorn ..
It wouldn’t have done any good to grumble, to resist
or to moan, there were piles
of such moaners, stacked high either side of the road
and so little time, not even enough
to kiss goodbye to her folks, her children or friends ..
Everyone there was both starving and cold, yet even
when the ovens were full,
they still kept on feeding those fires of theirs, until
tears filled the dorms and the smoke
did rise and the whole of the sky turned waxy and black ..
-
Author:
Neville (
Offline) - Published: March 10th, 2025 09:48
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 32
- Users favorite of this poem: Poetic Licence, Tristan Robert Lange, Cheeky Missy, Teddy.15
Offline)
Comments8
If this is what i think it refers to, it is incredibly sad , emotional and something very close to me, the most horrific time in modern history, I applaud you for writing this as it should never be forgotten,
I feel obliged to beat my drum every now and again for the eleven million that perished in the orchestrated holocaust under the nazi regime .. & yes, they must never be forgotten .. Thank you for your understanding my friend .. Neville
You are very welcome, I went there, it was the closest thing to hell I have ever seen or felt, so I couldn't imagine what it was like at the actual time
Neville this poem is darker than burnt bread. Ashes to ashes dust to dust but emotions don't burn. A difficult read and speaks in metaphor and the literal to to many decedents of the past and gives warning to present generations to change our diet. Lovely Neville
I couldn't agree more my friend .. thank you so much .. Neville
A poignant write N. If it is as PL says, we have to agree that the death penalty was only fair for such unspeakable monsters, e.g. the 1946 trials. A bit ghoulish, but there are photos of them online - to prove they are dead, I suppose.
Thank you orchidee .. Neville
Wow! Your poem...wow! Powerful, my friend. We must never forget and, let's hope, we're never doomed to repeat that awful history again. 😬 Well done on this, Neville!
Thank you for stopping by Tristan .. I'm keeping my fingers crossed but it's not looking good from where I'm sat .. Neville
Always, my friend. Not looking good, at all. We must be seeing the same thing from different seats!
This poem hits hard and it needs to. A reminder on what we are told never again. And yet I fear and fear very much, it could happen again. Sadly history is horrific and lessons are often not learned and history has a way of repeating itself. A tough read Neville.
Thank you Cassie .. I too share those fears .. indeed I fear tough times ahead .. Neville
Can't go near it, I'm afraid, Mate. Came at me at exactly the wrong time in my childhood and stayed for years...
Glad you put it out there now, though..
There's never a write time is there Dave .. Cheers .. Neville
Oozes and breathes Holocaust, cloying toxic asphyxiation; almost like human sacrifice were it not mass genocidal murder.
thank you my friend .. Neville
You’re welcome, friend of mine🙏🏻🕊
If you don't know how to exquisitely render what all know too painfully well, I don't know what you know to do. Gorgeously rendered with superb imagery and a tantalizing poignancy, I'm only deciding on where, precisely, this is to be hung.
Just keep it away from anything that is orange or glows in the dark .. Thanks a bundle Missy .. Neville
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.