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Kz

(After the concentration camp.
The last line is not original,
but taken from the journal of a prisoner.)

cold, damp, disconcert day.
feet crunch pebble pathways
like marching men.

bitter, barbed, encroaching wire.
spindled fingers all conspire!

oh, grasping gaze.
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