when not in meetings souls and
shrouds will travel
single in the spheres
of bleak black cemeteries
as in concentration camps the guardians
tour and look out the night
with cemetery lamps
shrouds and ghosts and shadows
harassed feel:
yet they be not human!
not liable to harm
as humans thereto in those camps.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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