Mengeles Chimney's Poem by Deborah White

There is no sinister darkness there is no omnipotent light
There is no shadow of death only the still quiet spirit of life.
Tall pine trees birds snowdrops blades of fresh new grass
So much more than there is Mengele’s fallen chimneys

Charred chimneys fallen spilled to the ground filled with no
life no love no sight no sound. Embers of ashen memories
cinders disturbed but not burnt out. Hear the silence of
lost voices the faint echo of vanished years newly found.


There is more new grass, more new life, more new hope
than there is, Mengele’s fallen chimneys.


Standing on a captive platform looking into a remembering sun
no figment of loss or illusion of grief can I feel or can I truly see.
Unfeigned death is it really here in this once beautiful place. Is it
exact or is it imagined how can it in point of fact truly be

Who’s eyes who’s face who’s life is it then I glance from the past the
Angel of Death the unyielding soldier the enslaved? Who captivates
my heart, my mind and my soul. The unnamed in the grey stripe,
or the forgotten someone in the unforgotten staunch grey uniform

When I hold out my hand to touch the living air who is it that I
feel beside me existing breathing moving speaking standing
quietly there? Not the soldier not the doctor not the guard, but
the gentle touch the silent sense the being of a soul freed.

There is sun and there is stillness there are pine trees songbirds
butterflies blue skies and fields of peaceful green. A snowdropp is
the true beauty of this once pretty place. Auswich cremated in life
buried in death imprisoned in time. Held as a devout warning of
man’s unworldly wisdom failing judgement and arrogant pride.
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There is more new grass, more new life more new hope
than there is, Mengele’s fallen chimneys.