Alf Hutchison Poems
As seen through the eyes of those who witnessed first hand,
and liberated the scenes of the Holocaust
The rain how it fell; the cadaver smell
My eyes transfixed on that pit of Hell,
Vapid flesh foul, horrendously bland.
But why this carnage, I don’t understand;
Retching, gagging, holding back the bile.
I turn from the evil to rest for a while,
From decomposing mothers, fathers and child;
Satan’s work, merciless, callously wild.
Laid out in graves grotesquely remorse,
Lucifer’s carnage has taken its course
In a dance of death, ...
By Alf Hutchison
To whom do you turn when sad and forlorn?
To a friend and thank the day she was born,
For she’ll listen to you, and she’ll understand
And in no time at all, your sad world seems grand.
Friendships are precious so guard them with care
That special someone whose secrets you share;