Auschwitz from the Air

By D G Moody

Thu, 27 Jan 2022
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                                 Auschwitz from the Air

                                      Flying so high on

                                      the roof of the sky,

                                      firing his cameras

                                      that shall never lie.

 

                                      Opening a window

                                      on what is below on

                                      the rich Polish earth,

                                      enriched with death.

 

                                      Levers of light exposing

                                      an artifice of straight lines:

                                      chambers of easy disposing,

                                      for the countless human lives.

 

                                      This Industrial scale murder,

                                      planned in the minds of men;

                                      rushing to finish their work

                                      before their final surrender.

 

                                      Over four hundred thousand

                                      murdered in this final frenzy.

                                      There could be no rhyme

                                      to encompass this crime

 

                                                                                          © D G Moody 2022

                                                                   (Image courtesy of Yad Vashem)

 

 

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Comments

Submitted by David Kirtley on

A very appropriate and effective poem for this incredibly horrible history! A view from the distance, in the air!

 

Submitted by D G Moody on

Thanks for the comment David. I've had the idea for a poem now for 14 years; and after posting it I've realised it still needs more work, both in its style and to extend it down to where the victims were being murdered - so a part two in time. And yes, a horrible story, one we forget at our peril.

Dougie Moody