Auschwitz 1.

Arbeit macht frei” (work set’s you free)

 

Beneath a winters sun a biting wind blew,

Where nobody saw and nobody knew.

With tears in the eyes of our guide

Shock on our faces no-where to hide.

I couldn’t remove her words from my ear

The ones no decent human wants to  hear.

Watching through a fog knowing the reality

It slid beneath flesh and warped earth’s polarity.

Ramming evil home, planting it deep

like marrow into the bone.

Escape was not made for here,

corrections happened and slaughter… its clear.

They walked towards death one by one,

Without the fear of what was to come.

When water became gas, to help them cope,

they sang the  Hatikvah, their song of hope.

I see piles of  hair when I try to sleep,

the discarded shoes torn from innocents feet.

I see their faces before me as I softly weep,

Brush crematoria soot from a tear stained cheek.

This place bore witness to pure evil that time,

it can not be erased from the depths of my mind.

At the shooting wall I picture them standing that day,

Singing hopeful  prayers they refused to face away.

The Nazi machine, its power so strong,

kept the furnaces burning all night long.

Hundreds were cremated day after day,

Not fast enough to clear the piles of decay.

First their status then their pride

Ripped them apart nowhere to hide.

For all the souls that gather there,

Their fortitude, their pain and despair.

I beseech you all, to stand and see

the shooting wall… just like me.

The rose was placed on one of the beds that held six bodies in the barracks of Auschwitz one. Poignantly positioned, by someone paying respects on March the second 2017.

A  piece of me shifted that day, my eyes clouded and my heart cried. I thought long and hard before posting this and though I hope you leave me a comment I will umderstand if you don’t.

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48 thoughts on “Auschwitz 1.

  1. I visited Auschwitz in the summer. It was truly harrowing. I wish I could’ve fully wrapped my head around it all as I was walking around, but I just couldn’t. The sheer scale of the atrocities was just too much. Walking around on a summers day with a cafe across the road, you just can’t imagine the grotesque, crippling, torturous pain millions of people had to endure. There were flickering moments I got a sense of the reality, but for the most part it was very factual and educational (which was a good thing). The most important message I took away from the camp that day was that we must do everything in our power to NEVER let this happen again. Awareness is key. Thank you for posting this xx

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  2. My heart aches for those that endured that. It saddens me deep to my core. I don’t know that I could ever visit, as an empath I have a hard enough time watching the news. Going to such a place would probably be too much to bare. I will honor their memory by living a kind and compassionate life, standing up for others, and being a voice for the voiceless.

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  3. I didn’t hit Like, Ellen, because I felt this too deeply. I have been reading about WWII for four or five years now, fiction, non-fiction, whatever I run across. And I’ve been to the Holocaust Museum in D.C. three times. The first time I totally broke down at the exhibit of a pile of shoes — mostly belonging to young children. I am so drawn to that museum. I sincerely doubt I could do Auschwitz…

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  4. Beautifully written, Ellen, if such a word can be used for so sad a piece. I believe it’s our duty to continue to lament man’s inhumanity toward man with these reminders. Otherwise, sadly. we are not above committing them again.

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  5. I knew Holocaust survivors when I was a kid, too young to really understand what they had gone through. It was a horrific period of history, one that I fear would be too easy to repeat. I agree with you in wishing heads of state (and others) would see what you saw. Well said.

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    • I was asked “if you were ordered to would you” before i could spit out ‘never’ she said “on fear of condemning your family, your friends and acquaintances to torture and death”.

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  6. Ellen, you expressed your feeling with such clarity and beauty. It is so very difficult to wrap your head around the murder and torture that was the Nazi regime and to believe that we humans are capable of being the murderers or being the humans who ignored what was happening. If you want to life your spirits, read the Zookeeper’s Wife. It is the true story of a woman and her husband in Warsaw who helped many people.

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    • Thanks Bernadette I will do that, Loving books as I do it won’t be hard, but the film comes out this month 31st March in USA.
      I have studied, read and watched so much in the past that I thought I was prepared; and I would be going to pay my respects. I wasn’t prepared for learning more and I will never forget.

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