Amanda Jackson Poems
|2.||St. Stephen's Cathedral||4/18/2009|
|6.||Mistress Of Ivory||5/8/2009|
|7.||Kylie (For A Friend)||4/8/2009|
|8.||Bring To Me Music||4/8/2009|
|10.||Arbeit Macht Frei||4/8/2009|
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Arbeit Macht Frei
Those words which rested high atop the iron bars
Were said to exhibit hope.
Those words pounded into scalding metal
Embodied terror upon approach.
Those words were a death wager
With its pieces now in play.
Those words in you stirred fear
‘Til your lifeless body merged with miry clay.
Arbeit Macht Frei.
Those words were a lie.