Ashes Poem by Marilyn Shepperson
Ashes
Something is falling from the air
You would think that it is snow
But it is grey as well as white
It lays now on everything, like a blanket
And it has a very strange smell
You would think you're in the kitchen, cooking
It gets into your food and your drink
And suddenly you realise as you eat
It's the ashes of men, women, children sacrificed
On one mans whim
No book, no film can truly portray
The full horror of what went on
Politicians say it will never happen again
But how can they be sure
I have read accounts of the ashes in the air and the smell when the German ovens were fired up, but it goes so far beyond anything I can understand, of one human to another, that it is almost beyond understanding. I KNOW it happened, but how to understand it, I don't know. The gathering of jewelry, and the gold in teeth, and making lampshades of human skin - beyond thinking!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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