Alf Hutchison Poems
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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, ...
Author Or Poet?
Author or Poet?
When I write my thought on paper,
Forbid that I should write free verse;
Author or Poet, what shall I be
Driver of hearse… or giver of life.
Authors writhing in anguished pain
Resurrecting rhyming verse again,