Sheena Blackhall Poems
|1004.||Of Sylvia Plath, Ted Hughes (3 Poems)||2/23/2010|
|1005.||The Animal Refugees||9/8/2010|
|1006.||15 Selected Love Poems In Scots||8/28/2009|
|1008.||Of Auschwitz (7 Poems)||2/23/2010|
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Of Auschwitz (7 Poems)
Clogs, boots and shoes built to the skies
They stun the mind and glut the eyes
All plundered due to human guile
In every shape and cut and style
That speak of old atrocities
Where were the good, the kind, the wise
Who should have counted human sighs?
The empty clogs on this grim pile
Those crimes unmask.
Why did their God not heed their cries
That from such torment did arise?
Selection. To an ending vile
Their frightened feet walked the long mile
Why did no soldier sympathise?
Just shoes to ask! ...
I loved to hear him gasp with scared delight
Safe in my grasp, as we slid down the peat
Between the fir tree branches, low with cones
Close to the thundering Falls on angled feet
His tumbled toddler knees were brown with bark
Behind my skirts, he’d bounce and wave for fun
A wingless fledgling, golden in the light
Greeting the waters haloed by the sun